the hunt

I once knew a girl who would tell me stories that her tribe had passed down for a very long time. This one is one of my favorites. There once was a little girl her name was emery, she came from a very distingushed tribe who was known for their amazing hunters and warriors. All of Emery's life she has wondered why all the hunters and warriors were men no women just men. her mom used to tell her '' Emie one day you will understand that men protect us and we serve in return''. Emery used to watch them practice and spare with each other as she grew older, she learned the moves herself. She would sneak out after everyone was asleep and gone, she crept out to spare and practice. now she couldn't do this with anyone so she did with a tree or random animals.

Although not with animals often, as she could not bring them home. when she turned 16 the age that marks a right of passage for most young men, Emery planned to ask her father if she could be allowed to join the men on there hunt. One day after morning meetings and spirtual talks had let out Emery asked her father. As you probably assume she was told no. This however did not stop Emery late the night the group left she followed quitely behind them. she kept enough distance between them so she wouldn't be seen. A few miles outside of the tribe's borders the group stops and sets up camp. the area is heavily covered with brush and weeds. Emery hide behind a large weeping willow tree surrounded by brush. She could hear the boy talking with their dads

She even heard one of the boys mention her. No ill words just talking Emery was listening intently to there words. It was starting to get late some of the men had gone to bed but there was still a few awake and the were swapping tale tales and myths. there was a story about a new group of men travelling our way. A few hours go by Emery has fallen asleep, until about 2;30 am when she hears footsteps coming her way. she ducks down as far as possible her body is complete hidden. Soon all she can hear are the screams and war cries of her people. What feels like forever has happened in a matter of moments. All the men and young ones have been killed. Emery felt so confused there had been no words between the strange warrior and her people.

Yet the had murdered them. They didn't know if they were friend or foe but killed them anyway. Emery thought about all the mothers, fathers, brothers, and little sisters that would never see there family member again. the anger in her heart and body only grew. While her people had just fell she vowed she would not, it was in that moment that her hurt and loss for her people turned vengeful for their murders. Emery followed their tracks all night through the cold. a few hour after the group she had made it to their tribe it was another tribe of natives. She was shocked she didn't know anyone else but the tribes they traded with were around. She didn't know any of these people. Emery watched them for a little bit and learned their habits.

By this point the women and young ones of her tribe had realized that Emery was one. they had sent warriors from another tribe after her.They wouldn't be long. The group kept on the move and Emery kept on their tails. It had been days, she was tired of waiting. Late one night Emery waited for everyone to go to bed, fires to die then she crept into there camp. Emery used a knife fastened from bones of a hog to slice each of their throats. She was quite and fast no one had time to scream, so none of them realized what was coming. Sadly for Emery the group of warriors had shown up and were waiting watching her. When she emerges from a tent covered in blood with a knife in her hands she is taking down and brought back to her tribe as a prisoner

When her father hears of what she has done. He pays her a visit. Now know one can say for sure what is said as he made sure to talk low and quickly. But the next morning Emery is gone. She was never seen again, some believe that the spirits knew her death was among them and took her with them for being a proud warrior and brave. Others believe that her farther could not bare to see his daughter killed and released her that she was smart enough to never be seen again. The family's blood line continues to this day while there are conflicting stories and/or opinions about her and what happened to her. what is true is that to this day she remains a symbol of freedom to her tribe