A/N: Please read Chapter 1 before moving ahead to this chapter. Thanks.
After I finished up writing my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick fur and meat. I spot a plump turkey. You don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened knife in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head home to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I fire another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the trunk of the tree I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into you again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do you need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an arrow at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the arrow out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do you mind catching dinner for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, showing evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like you catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did you dare call me?"
After I finished up writing my entry for my journal, I decided it was time for lunch, and that meant I had to hunt for mother and I.
I crept deeper into the foggy woods. Usually my main weapon is a rather large knife, that is vulnerable to cutting throw thick fur and meat. I spot a plump turkey. You don't see them much around this time a day,actually. I stare down at the sharpened knife in my hand. "Is this really the way I'm going to kill my whole life?" I sigh and stick the weapon in a pine tree.
Quickly I head home to find Allisyn's old archery tools. As I head in I practically tip toe so my napping mother, Victoria, doesn't wake. I open Allisyn's door. creeeak.. It seems none of us have stepped foot in this room for ages. My eyes scan around her room, and I find her maple chest that lay below her nightstand. It's covered completely in dust, and the maple is barely visible. Inside it lay her bow and arrows. Gently I pick up the fragile-looking arrows. The real pigeon feathers are bristly as I slide my finger across it. I stand up and put the tools over my shoulder. Time to catch lunch.
There I see that plump turkey again. I climb up another tree, and set up. I'm fairly new to this, mainly because Heather was the one whom always caught our lunches with bow and arrows. I aim, but my arm and hand are shaking severely. I don't want to risk a bad shot, so I put it down. Calm..Act calm, Heather.. My mind says. After a moment, I try again. Fire. The turkey remains standing.Ambition coats me. Eagerly, I fire another arrow. It just ends up scaring the turkey away. I lean against the trunk of the tree I sit in. Failure is the only thing that crosses my mind now. I climb down the tree, about to look for another animal to kill. When suddenly the same guy from before encounters me.
Our eyes lock. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Hey, it's not my fault I run into you again." He breaks contact.
"Hmph, whatever. Don't mind me, I'm hunting." I continue walking, looking through the grassland.
"Hunting, aye?" Edward raises his eyebrow. I am still turned, refusing to look at him. "Yes."
"Do you need help?"
"Of course not! I'm capable of hunting by.My.Self!" I shoot an arrow at a rabbit. It hits. Sudden bliss fills me. I run to pick it up.
"Well done." Edward gives a clap of mock.
"Yeah,yeah." I mutter while removing the arrow out of the rabbit.
"Anyways, do you mind catching dinner for my family and I? I have no weapons. See?" He opens his arms out, showing evidence.
"Why would I ever?" I snap. He shrugs and pivots. "Your right, I wouldn't want a sourpuss like you catching my meal anyways."
Anger boils up inside. "What did you dare call me?"
crashed and faded
by the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.
Dreams
are dead...
Fighting for
better days
now seems so
vainly,
everything went
wrong.
Dreams are
broken
in so many nights
that echo
along with
dust of past.
Put yourself
together
and hold on
to something
good,
you might survive,
you might escape
from the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.
Days are black
and cold,
nights spent
in despair
and thinking.
Your fate is
bounded to
the land
on which
you're standing.
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
Or wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue
