the evil spirits of the White men. The fates of the entire village were in my hands. For a defeat would mean the end of my tribe. I took my spear and charged out of my longhouse. Outside of my house were the 20,000 men, waiting to take revenge on the white men. Each of them was willing to sacrifice for the homes and families. Just as I was about to leave, my mother ran out of the longhouse and handed me what my father had once used, a bow and a quiver full of arrows. “Your Papa would have been proud of you, but you know you don’t have to do this,” her voice trembled as she spoke. There was a pause as I took one last look at my Mama, her eyes were swollen weeping all night for me. Her face pale, and her hands shaking. She looked so fragile. “Mama, no matter what happens, I will always be Mama’s boy. Don’t cry Mama, I will never leave your side again, I will look over you and protect you for always,” I could feel my tears in my eyes, nothing could stop them from bursting out, for I did not know if this departure meant forever.Along with the rest of the warriors, we walked towards the White men’s camp. We were about 200 yards from their camp when we heard a few gunshots. The White men had already seen us, and were ready for the battle. I looked at their side, and saw that they were clearly out numbered. There were only about 200 of them. So I charged towards them, I took an arrow out from the quiver, attached it to the bow, and slowly pulled the string towards my chin. I closed one of my eye to aim at a White man that was running towards us, and as if I knew this was the end, flashbacks of Papa, Mama and Pink Butterfly filled my head. And I said to myself, I must not die for there are many still waiting for me. At the same second, there were about 100 gunshots coming from their side. And one of the metal balls hit me. I had lost in the beginning of the battle. The little...
