The United States of Aranck
The United States of America used to be Native America.
Yes, he actually used to be the Native America. You must be saying, "But that's not possible! Aranck would have to be an adult by the time America came around!" Well, how he became the America that we know today has to do with ancient magic and Canada, who used to be known as Hania.
Aranck was always a strange boy. Every time his people would see him, he would remain the same age. His brown eyes held wisdom that did not fit on a teenagers face, and at times he looked older then he appeared when reminiscing about the past. Nonetheless, his people still showed respect to Aranck, for they knew that he was older than even the chief. Aranck was surrounded by his people and their love, and he loved them. The young teen Nation would greet everyone with kindness and a big smile that would make Tawa shield his eyes. And a booming voice that could match any Thunder-Bird's. However, he was always lonely. In fact, his people have given him the nickname of "The Lonely God." He's always been alone, and thought that he would always be alone.
Until that one fateful night.
Aranck had just come back from the Blackfoot tribe. The cold winter wind bit against his skin harshly, and he wrapped his indigo cape, his favorite one with the Thunder-Bird on it, tighter around his skinny frame. The snow made it hard for him to see where he was going, but he trust the land to lead him to his trusty tee-pee. The wind was blowing so loudly, he almost didn't hear a baby crying.
Almost.
The baby's scream was practically a shrill, just loud enough for Aranck to hear. Said nation stopped in his tracks and looked around the area, hoping to find the source of the crying. He finally spotted a bundle right in front of him. Aranck ran to the baby, who was wrapped in thin white cloths and crying. As soon as the blonde picked the baby up, the baby stopped crying and stared at him with big, violet eyes. Quickly Aranck took off his favorite cape and wrapped it around the baby hoping that he (or she. It just occurred to him that he'll have to check) will be warm.
The baby kept staring at him with those big violet eyes as Aranck started to run through the snow. Shortly after, he found his tee-pee and quickly started a fire to warm both him and the child. Once that task was done, Aranck analyzed the child who was laying on the cape that was spread out. The baby had pale skin, with tuffs of golden hair sticking out from his head and lavender eyes. He had never seen such a ghostly looking child. No ordinary infant would survive that cold, no matter how long they were out there for. And whenever the child stared at him, its stare gave that same, calculating look that he knew a normal child wouldn't give. And this boy, which Aranck had just found out, gave of an aura that humans didn't give off.
Right away, the Native knew that the baby was a nation like him. But...he didn't know what to do with him. Aranck looked at the baby, than back at the fire, than back at the baby. "Uhh...hello there." He knew that the baby wouldn't answer him back, but he just wanted someone to talk to. "My name is Aranck. It means stars in one of my tribes, Algonquian." By now, Aranck put the child on his lap, trying to get in into a sitting position. "I suppose that you'll need a name, one that fits you." Aranck was smiling at the child. "I mean, there's no one else to take care of you, and since I'm the...only one here..." He looked around the tee-pee to make sure there was no one around. "I...suppose...that I will have to look out for you from now on."
Aranck examined every inch of the baby, trying to figure out a name for him. "I suppose I shall call you Hania. Yes, that fits you nicely, and you'll be my Shilah." Aranck gave the baby, now Hania, a big smile. Hania returned the gesture. "Yes, we'll make a great life together! I'll teach you all about the ways of my people, and we'll play together and...do other things that brothers do! Whatever that is." Aranck was starting to get excited at the prospect of being a big brother. "We'll be the best of friends! We'll look out for each other, and I will make sure I never abandon you." Hania yawned and blinked his big violet eyes.
Aranck took his now little brother in his arms and rocked him gently, keeping in mind of his strength. "And I'll protect you. This, I swear on my life." That night on the outside of his tee-pee Aranck drew to stick figures- a small one and a big one, each holding hands.
It was the day he discovered his family.
Information and Translations:
Translations:
Hania- Spirit Warrior in the Hopi tribe
Shilah- Brother in Navajo
Information:
Tawa: Sun God
Thunderbirds: The thunderbird is a legendary creature in certain North American indigenous peoples' history and culture. It is considered a supernatural bird of power and strength. It is especially important, and frequently depicted, in the art, songs and oral histories of many Pacific Northwest Coast cultures, and is found in various forms among the peoples of the American Southwest, Great Lakes, and Great Plains. The thunderbird's name comes from the common belief that the beating of its enormous wings causes thunder and stirs the wind
Tee-Pee: a Plains Indian home. It is made of buffalo hide fastened around very long wooden poles, designed in a cone shape. Tepees were warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Some were quite large. They could hold 30 or 40 people comfortably. Men often painted the outside of the tepee they called home. The painting was often symbolic of their achievements.
Edit: 9/10/15
I've edited Aranck's physical looks, so he looks more like one of the Natives. Hania/Canada has remained the same.
Fixed for wording, grammar and spelling.
Aranck nor his friends refer to himself as Native America, as the word America wasn't even known to them until much later when it was named America.
