Post by twilight on Mar 19, 2018 16:00:05 GMT -5
The year was 1801. I was 9, living in London. We lived with an aunt in a hovel. Barely anything to eat, my father made pennies a day. And so that was our existence, my name was Antoine. And one day my father and mother packed up our things and we headed to the docks. I kept asking where we were going, and they said we were off to have an adventure. 4 months later we landed in the Americas. Florida to be exact. It was quite nice, our first winter there was anything but a winter. But when the summers came, we learned first hand how hostile this new home could be. But lucky us we lived near the oceans, we bathed in them several times a day to cool ourselves off. It was as close to paradise as I had ever known, even better than in books I had read.
We were one of the first settlers in this area, and as such there were pitfalls and dangers we had to endure. The natives stayed away from us, the tribes belonged to the Potanos, they steered clear of us for the most part except for a few who had become curious. Our nearest neighbor was over 20 miles away and it would take us a full day to get there and same for them.
As I grew up, I became friends with the Potano tribe in that time I grew very fond of someone there, her name was Mulkiaha, it meant water lily. She was pretty and we became friends after the tribe had finally welcomed us. Disease had struck the Potano tribe and whatever disease had not wiped out, hurricanes did the rest. There were now less than 300 left in a tribe that was once the largest in the southeast. The tribed believed that they had to embrace the newcomers in all areas if they wished for their bloodline to continue. I was 13 when Mulkiaha and I were married. She was 13 as well, and it was considered a good match. I was 15 when I became a father. And I was 17 when she later became a widow.
Not everyone was happy with our union, her brother mostly was the one against us. He hated me, and in turn his own sister for agreeing to the marriage. One night he came, he ordered his sister to come with him, and to leave me and our daughter behind. He said if she did not, that he would take me and my daughter to the next world.
He and I fought, we both left to the next world together. But my wife and daughter were left to continue in a world without their husband and father, my parents took care of them and my daughter grew up to be a central figure in that area, and in bringing other tribes into a new world.
I miss them. I have had many lives and missed many, but not the way I missed my wife and child. I wish I could of stayed with them.
And I dont know why I even speak of this. No one will ever understand my lives or stories but whats the point? Point is, I lived it, and it matterred to me.
So Andrew question is, what matters to you? Do you care about anything? Do you care about anyone? Does anything stay with you in this life, or another? I actually want to know. But I have a feeling you wont stay much of any substance. Prove me wrong.
Fade to light
We were one of the first settlers in this area, and as such there were pitfalls and dangers we had to endure. The natives stayed away from us, the tribes belonged to the Potanos, they steered clear of us for the most part except for a few who had become curious. Our nearest neighbor was over 20 miles away and it would take us a full day to get there and same for them.
As I grew up, I became friends with the Potano tribe in that time I grew very fond of someone there, her name was Mulkiaha, it meant water lily. She was pretty and we became friends after the tribe had finally welcomed us. Disease had struck the Potano tribe and whatever disease had not wiped out, hurricanes did the rest. There were now less than 300 left in a tribe that was once the largest in the southeast. The tribed believed that they had to embrace the newcomers in all areas if they wished for their bloodline to continue. I was 13 when Mulkiaha and I were married. She was 13 as well, and it was considered a good match. I was 15 when I became a father. And I was 17 when she later became a widow.
Not everyone was happy with our union, her brother mostly was the one against us. He hated me, and in turn his own sister for agreeing to the marriage. One night he came, he ordered his sister to come with him, and to leave me and our daughter behind. He said if she did not, that he would take me and my daughter to the next world.
He and I fought, we both left to the next world together. But my wife and daughter were left to continue in a world without their husband and father, my parents took care of them and my daughter grew up to be a central figure in that area, and in bringing other tribes into a new world.
I miss them. I have had many lives and missed many, but not the way I missed my wife and child. I wish I could of stayed with them.
And I dont know why I even speak of this. No one will ever understand my lives or stories but whats the point? Point is, I lived it, and it matterred to me.
So Andrew question is, what matters to you? Do you care about anything? Do you care about anyone? Does anything stay with you in this life, or another? I actually want to know. But I have a feeling you wont stay much of any substance. Prove me wrong.
Fade to light
