warriors of the west creek tribe.

[`sappho]

welcome to the west creek tribe, located on saber island, a place in the middle of the ocean and out
of reach from most. a peaceful tribe lives here, the west creek indians. this tribe was formed from the
descendants of many native american indian tribes. this island was just discovered in the year 1773 by
english men, looking to dock on the shores of colonial america, but getting sent horribly off track by a
storm. they have a new idea of what "fun" is.

[`sappho]

[ disclaimer: i am not being racist or trying to be, i am trying show how adsila and all of the Indians felt and what they called different colored people at the time ]

a spine chilling battle roar call from the distance. no one in the village had planned this rule by the cruel leaders. they were the white skinned man that adsila and her village alike despised. they attacked at night, taking the life of chief mantotohpa and his bride opa. his son at lead the warriors into battle but the white man had iron sticks that shot thunder, killing their best men, including the chief's son, ohcumgache, which left the white men to take over.

since then they have not turned her village to salves but rather to playing pieces. if their leader, arthur wanted someone to be killed then he would put them right to death. but the thing worst then death was the pit. a person of the village would be given a simple skirt or sometime just a piece of cloth to cover the areas and would be given a spear, he or she would be put in with and english man - as they had told everyone to call them, who would get armor and a sword. it was great entertainment for arthur but quickly killed of many of the west creek tribesmen.

adsila and many of the younger tribespeople had been sent to the fields to harvest the wheat and corn. it was excruciating work, the bending to cut the wheat would ruin you're back and the heat of midday sun was enough to give heatstroke. suddenly a men grabbed adsila's arm. an army official! he must want to take me to the pit! she thought. "what do you want?" she asked, her english was rusty and her ascent didn't make it any easier but she was required to speak english and they had been teaching her some since she was still sixteen and required to get learning, well at least since mantotohpa had been killed and arthur had been taken over. "it's time for you to go for your first trip to the pit," he sneered then pulled her out of the farm and into the grass and towards the village.

"help!" adsila cried. "don't just stand their! help me! please!" she screamed to the people in the plots just stopped and stared. the men couldn't understand her because she was speaking her native language. he kept pulling her along until they were standing at the ledge of the pill. the pit was just a dug out area of dirt with seating above the dug out area made of stones stacked together. it looked like paintings adsila had seen of a building in a far off land, used for something like the pit was but adsila guessed that the people there would be more fair with their fights.

"get in now," the man said then pushed her to the stairs leading which would most likely lead to her death.

[`sappho]

[ i'm not sure if anyone is interested but i will be allowing you to create you're own characters and i will add them to the story. this is NOT a roleplay, you will able to create a character here and watch them blossom and possibly wither. ]

[`sappho]

adsila looked at the large arena in front of her, soon after the man shoved her closer to the stairs. her uncovered feet started to lead her down the swiftly build and misplaced stones of the stairs. she stumbled down to the bottom of the rigid rocks until she made it to the very bottom and into a dark pit.

though she felt unwelcomed, adsila was greeted by warm arms which looked to be her aunt. "aunt!" she said, hugging her back. her aunt was the closest to her mother anyone could get and since she didn't know where her mother was adsila was faced with trying to feel the same comfort in her aunt's arms as she did in her mother's.

"come adsila, let's get you ready, come on, you need to be hatsful," her aunt said, speaking in the west creek tribe's native tongue which comforted adsila. she nodded and followed her aunt towards a room with no door and made of sand stone placed together quickly, looking to be rushed so that the fighting was able to start as fast as possible. she walked into the room and was greeted by the voice of some of the woman from her tribe. their names were anaba, dyani, hachi and they had all been her mother's friends and weaving companions.

"adsila lift you're arms," anaba said, as dyan grabbed scraps of clothing which they used as a skirt around adsila's waist and small shirt over her chest. "where is stinka?" she asked, looking at the four women. stinka was her mother, who would have either been sent to the fields, sent to help in the pit, been thrown in the pit or sold.

"we have yet to find her, adsila but where ever she is we are she that bodaway will protect her," hachi said, bringing up the name of the west creek tribe's god of protection. adsila nodded, listening to the word of hachi though she still feared for her mother. aunt walked over to her and slipped a bead necklace over her neck, it had a large charm on it with a coyote on it. her people believed this charm to help in battle.

"goodbye for now, adsila, dyani will help you the rest of the way," her aunt said then hugged adsila before dyani lead her off.

[`sappho]

dyani lead adsila till they made it to a large opening, leading into light, which adsila hadn't seen for at least an hour. the sun was now lowering in the horizon, soon to be welcoming night onto the creek. "okay adsila, this is where i leave you, take this spear and write you're destiny," she said, handing the young girl a wooden spear with an iron tip.

adsila nodded and took the spear. "thank you dyani, and if you see my mother please tell her of me," she said then walked out into the pit. many english people now were in the seats of pit, none of them looked to be tribal people. she could see most men but also some woman and children. they had pouches of coins, throwing them into the pit and showering adsila's opponent. adsila's harvest mother, odasa had told her this was a way of them saying they though the person would win and a way of giving them good luck.

the person that soon across from adsila looked to be a man, older than her and decked in heavy chainmail, holding a sharp and newly foraged iron sword. adsila's stomach dropped when she saw him as she knew this was her doom and had no hope in herself. from what she could she the man had medium length brown hair, a short beard and dark chocolate brown eyes.

adsila looked back in the stands and saw a large chair that had the king arthur sitting in it and his wife, queen ruby sitting beside him. she had too look away as those two made her feel sick because they were the whole reason she was in the pit and had to fight unfairly.

adsila heard the called of a deep voice, telling the two to start and she tense up, gripping her spear like it was the hand of her mother, the whole reason she would not give up and let herself be killed. she watched the man with her eye narrowed until he ran at her, lifting his sword, ready for the kill.