My mind wondered how could this had happened and why us we were a fairly peaceful tribe we seldom had any dealings with any other tribes we only took what we needed how could this happen what had we done that had been so bad they felt it necessary to do something so horrid I just couldn't wrap my mind around it all...

      When I had finally convinced myself that none of this was going to help me nor would it change anything I pulled myself together took a deep breath and stood up slowly then leaned against a tree as my legs began to collapse under me as then were numb from me sitting on them for so long when I could finally walk again I peeked out from behind the tree to double check that the other tribe there was no sign of anyone I slowly walked my way to the rubble that was just the day before my home my heart sank further as my sadness deepened I vowed there to get them back for taking every thing from me...

      There I stood looking around and debating weather I should look through the rubble or just walk away when I spotted something shining I slowly made my way over to the object and realised it was a small bundle of feathers and a few silver beads attached to a small spear I pushed the rubble from atop the beautiful spear and realise it was covered with turquoise stones wrapping all around the spear it was in wonderful shape to have just survived the fire a few singes here and there but still amazing I remember seeing this spear it had been our chief's prized possession passed down throughout his family I slowly picked it up the stood again still looking around I found where my family's teepee had been I walked towards it and dropped to my knees again I couldn't believe they were gone.... 

      I sat there a few moments more then began to push the ashes around with my hands slowly paranoid I'd find something I did not want to see I came across my mother's necklace it was so beautiful even covered in ashes it had slender turquoise beads dangling from it that looked like small ice sickles with three small silver beads in between each one I slowly put it in my bag then continued digging I came across my father's knife it was a bone knife he had spent hours making perfect it's blade could cut though anything is sheath was bone as well with a wolf carved into it and dyed with berries from the woods it was a dark purple sealed under tree Amber that he had let harden in the sun to ensure the sheath would stay in good shape for a long time it was his favorite knife he always it stashed just in case he needed it I held it against my chest and tears began to swell in my eyes...

There I laid for a few hours I couldn't stop the tears flowing from my face when I was finally able to stop my face was warm and eyes red from crying so much I put my father's knife away with my mother's necklace to ensure they would be safe and slowly stood up I could not longer bare to be here I had to leave...