After the tribe and I had mourned Pocahontas's death, we burned her teepee and told stories of her life. My understanding of the language was growing. Even the woman I saw every so often came to the remembrance, but not close enough for me to see her face. She looked to be in pain. I wanted to get up to see if she was okay, but suddenly her eyes met mine as if knowing what I had planned to do, her brown eyes looked into mine, and like an obedient child I stayed where I was, even after she looked away again. She left not long after. That night, all I could think of was those eyes, they felt familiar to me. A few years later, another war happened. This one was between Papa France and the Native American's. I fought with the natives. I saw France as we fought for 7 years. Near the end we got tired of fighting. That woman came back during the last two years of the war. She was beautiful, for once she did not have her face covered, she looked like the rest of us. Her hair was a dark brown almost black, her skin copper and her eyes a wonderful brown, matching the earth. She looked to be maybe in her late 20's to early 30's. When she spoke her voice seemed to even cause the wind to silence as we all silently listened to her around the fire. Many bowed their heads to her, even the chief and called her Hehewutti.* All the native names had a meaning, but I did not know hers and I watched and listened to her eagerly. When the night was over, and everyone went to sleep, I stayed up watching the fire, thinking about France and slowly beginning to hate him for this long war, thinking it would never end. She walked to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"may I sit with you?"

she asked me in pure English and I nodded, before she sat down beside me.

"you have been wondering who I am for a long time, I know, and im sorry I kept this from you, but will you let me tell you a story?"

I nod again and she smiled happily, like a parent would.

"A long time ago, there was a woman who took care of her people, but no one left their land alone, many people came to the land, calling it the new world and the new land. The woman fell in love with a westerner and conceived a child with him. After a time she gave birth, but the man was gone before the entire pregnancy was over. She had two boys, twins, but a few days apart. They took more after their father then their mother. She taught them in the way of her people, shooting, speaking with animals, kindness. But one day something horrible happened. Two men came to her tribe and killed her people, and took her crying children from her arms and took them on a boat to another land. The woman was broken both mentally and physically. Some people from another one of her tribes found her and helped nurse her back to health. She thought all was lost. Years later one of her boys came home and didn't remember anything of his childhood, but he learned as the woman silently and distantly watched over him"

I watched the fire as it seemed to tell the story with her and when she finished I looked at her

"your like me…"

She nods and smiled

"your name was never Alfred, that is the English name, it is Alquid, and your brother, his name is Madu…..i am hehewutti, which means means warrior mother spirit"