His mind floats back to two days ago, he and the other remaining young men returning from another failed hunt, finding their home destroyed and only the oldest woman in the village left breathing. Somehow she had willed herself to stay alive despite the gaping wound in her side, she smiled as he bent down to cradle her, “I knew you would return Little Wing,” she gasped.
She told him of the white men who had came, dressed in clothing the color of night’s shadow. They had killed wantonly, savaging most, sparing only the young and beautiful. After torching their tents, the men, with the girls trailing behind their horses, rode in the direction of the rising sun and were gone.
“Thank you, Mother Bear,” he whispered as he sent her to the Clearing in the Sky. She had died a warrior’s death. “The ancestors would be proud,” he thought as he gathered the men to tell them what happened and about the camp he knew lay to the east.
His thoughts are interrupted as the bearded man gets up and begins to dress. As he exits the room, Little Wing begins to move, creeping along the shadows to the window of his sister’s room. He makes a soft clicking sound with his tongue to get her attention; her eyes flash with recognition and relief as she recognizes her brother.
Little Wing softly vaults the window sill, and is about to speak when he sees terror spread across his sister’s face. He hears the heavy footsteps closing in on the door, and moves quickly behind it, pulling out the knife his Grandfather gave him after his manhood initiation. As the bearded man enters and begins to yell at his sister in some unknown tongue, Little Wing shifts the knife into a throwing position. He wanted to spare his sister any more bloodshed, but as the man moves to close the door he realizes that is nothing but another lost hope.
Based on Nesehehame's wonderful Saving Little Sister. This is my first text entry, feedback would be wonderful.