For decades, our tribe has been one of the strongest around due to our unity and support for one another. The name of yours truly is Ayasha, meaning little one, and am the daughter of the chief in command, Pontiac. The tribal warriors, the ones who preserve and fortify our Ottawa Indian Tribe, selected my name since at only sixteen years of age I am the youngest member. Don’t take my age and petite size as a joke for I am one of the most proficient and substantial members here, my bow and arrow being my special weapon. Our chief designates us each a job and tonight I was on guard duty. I pretentiously took my spot at the entrance of our sacred Ottawa ground. I decided to scope the land surrounding ours for any intruders and left Delsin, one of our warriors, in charge. I was about half a mile away from our camp when I spotted a fire not too far away. All other tribes know they’re not supposed to settle within ten miles of an already claimed land to avoid conflict and maintain peace; however the Tetawken teens are always trying to stir up drama and rebel so it must be them. I furiously marched towards the source of the fire …show more content…
They seemed to have settled not too far off the shore, their massive wooden ships parked right where our water and fish source is located. If my father were to find out about these men being here a war could be started, and although our tribe warriors are the strongest their metal weapons must be way more powerful than our spears. I have no choice but to lead them away from the land before morning, but what if they attack? They don’t appear to be dangerous, but I’m clever enough to know you can’t rely on a complete stranger so I grab a piece of a banana leaf from a nearby tree and write in bold letters “This land has been conquered, you are obligated to leave”. Taking an arrow I propel it on a tree so I know they will see