Post by Native America on Mar 29, 2011 23:01:42 GMT -5
She was dead, there was no question about it. She had stopped breathing, she had stopped feeling her people as they last ones died out and became like the rest of the United States of America, no longer her own nations. No longer hers. But she was here, alive, breathing, her people thriving around her. Angeni could only stare at the tribal fire, stare at her children dancing around in the celebration of the coming of age of the boys.
She never expected them to speak their native tongues again, feel this strong again after all the sickness that had ravaged her. After all the land had been taken away from her except for here and there before even then that was taken back as the last of her nations died out. The last of her children, nations, everything just sort of fizzled into the background. It shocked and amazed her, something that she wanted to accept for just being but she couldn't.
She was dead. How could she be alive right now? How can her children be thriving? How can the mortals around her be young again? Those older be living among them? She couldn't feel her great chiefs that lead the crusades (she refused them to be thought of wars or anything else) weren't around either. So this couldn't be the afterlife. It was like she fell asleep and woke back up in the past, where everything was at its peak. Before the French, English, and Spanish tried to take her land with their rules and better technology.
If that was the case, the thought crossed her mind of killing America before he was able to kill her, but rejected the idea outright. No, she could perhaps change his mind? Make it so her people could be respected? Yes, maybe. If he didn't remember which she hoped that he didn't. It would make things a lot easier but she doubted she was the only one with her memories of the past lifetime. Either way, she wouldn't go down so easily. She remembered their languages, remembered the way they slaughtered her leaders when they lied and said that they would talk about peace.
This time was going to be different. She was sure of it.
She never expected them to speak their native tongues again, feel this strong again after all the sickness that had ravaged her. After all the land had been taken away from her except for here and there before even then that was taken back as the last of her nations died out. The last of her children, nations, everything just sort of fizzled into the background. It shocked and amazed her, something that she wanted to accept for just being but she couldn't.
She was dead. How could she be alive right now? How can her children be thriving? How can the mortals around her be young again? Those older be living among them? She couldn't feel her great chiefs that lead the crusades (she refused them to be thought of wars or anything else) weren't around either. So this couldn't be the afterlife. It was like she fell asleep and woke back up in the past, where everything was at its peak. Before the French, English, and Spanish tried to take her land with their rules and better technology.
If that was the case, the thought crossed her mind of killing America before he was able to kill her, but rejected the idea outright. No, she could perhaps change his mind? Make it so her people could be respected? Yes, maybe. If he didn't remember which she hoped that he didn't. It would make things a lot easier but she doubted she was the only one with her memories of the past lifetime. Either way, she wouldn't go down so easily. She remembered their languages, remembered the way they slaughtered her leaders when they lied and said that they would talk about peace.
This time was going to be different. She was sure of it.