401 GP/Great Peace (1722 A.D.)
Deganawatha stood along the Onondaga warriors late in the night. The air was crisp with the full moon hanging high in the night sky surrounded by the twinkling stars gazing down upon the Haudenosaunee and the act they were about too commit. Pacing in-front of the Onondaga warriors he could see only a few uneasy looks, only a few sharing his feelings.
"Light!" Theyanoguin's voice came from out of the night. The Onondaga, as well as others surrounding the Stadacona village Kanata. With that Stadacona and Algonquin warriors warriors appeared along the high walls of the village. A hail of arrows flew from along the wall in all directions towards the Haudenosaunee. Several men fell along the lines but the Skin and Warter-stone armour held up. A man standing near Deganawatha took an arrow to the eye falling first to his knees letting out a whimper before falling dead on the ground.
"Protection for the head and face will be necessary." Deganawatha scared himself with such a callous reaction. But he brushed the fear away. "Take them down!" He ordered. Onondaga archers dropped to their knees firing as the Stadacona rose from the protective barrier. He stood watching as several men along the wall fell to the skin-stone tipped arrows, the new stone and bone weaved armour worn by the defenders tore like bare flesh. No orders could be heard from Theyanoguin. Deganawatha turned to his warriors waiting with their torches. "LAUNCH!" The first line of torches were flung over walls, some falling to the ground in the trench along the defences. The trench had been filled with wood was dried grass. Smoke rose from all around the outsides of the wall encasing the defending warriors in a thick black cloud of smothering fiery air.
"Second line!" Deganawatha called as a second wave of torches flew over his head and over the walls. He heard at that time Kirit's voice call the same order from out of site. What looked like red gold stars fell onto the village from the Kanien'gehaga lines nearly invisible though the wall of smoke. The glow from the flames with in the village grew brighter and brighter as the flames spread.
A new sound arose for the night to consume, carried by the smoke and flames. Screams. Men and women and children. Deganawatha could hear them all screaming for help, screaming for their loved ones and for the creator to spare them this suffering and take them now. A door flew open, its large wooden gates shining light between the Onondaga and Kanien'gehaga formations. Stadacona and Algonquin poored out into the night. Their skin and clothing burned, some with skins or hair aflame.
"Kill them!" Kirit ordered screamed from the far formation. Kanien'gehaga moved onto the the fleeing population.
"NO!" Deganawatha called out. "Protect the innocent ones!" He ordered the Onondaga. The two Haudenosaunee peoples collided on their enemy population. The Onondaga were closer to the fleeing population, forcing the women and children to fall into their lines. The Kanien'gehaga were given their way with the warriors, who fell like trees in a heavy wind. The Kanien'gehaga stood over them, their tomahawks and clubs rising and falling on the broken bodies as the warriors whooped war cries into the night.
As the sun rose late in the morning the Haudenosaunee entered the burned ruins of the Stadacona village. The Onondaga protecting the former population waited out side the walls, along with other civilians protected by the Seneca and Guyohkohnyo. Deganawatha walked alongside Theyanoguin who's face had carried burn marks from the battle the previous night. There were bodies everywhere, some chard others others looked as though they were simply asleep. A group of twenty stood in the village centre far away from the burned husks of great round buildings of the Stadacona.
A man late of age walked forward towards Theyanoguin, his head held down in shame. "I am Domagaya. Stadacona-Algonquin war chief." The man's eyes weakened and his hands trembling he choked out he last words as chief. "We surrender too you. Oh great Theyanoguin of the Haudenosaunee."
"Bow." Theyanoguin said emotionless as a stone. And they did so. The surviving defenders took to their knees pressing their foreheads to the ground at the feet of the Haugenosaunee War Chief. Theyanoguin then turned to Kirit. "Take all the Algonquin warriors to be held until preparations can be made." With that the Haudenosaunee took the brave Algonquin binding their hands together with rope or skins, marching them off into the early day.
With the war over the worst fate possible, was to be captured alive.
OOC: Please, at this point I would like as much criticism and review as possible. Since Im looking at turning this into a novel.
Deganawatha stood along the Onondaga warriors late in the night. The air was crisp with the full moon hanging high in the night sky surrounded by the twinkling stars gazing down upon the Haudenosaunee and the act they were about too commit. Pacing in-front of the Onondaga warriors he could see only a few uneasy looks, only a few sharing his feelings.
"Light!" Theyanoguin's voice came from out of the night. The Onondaga, as well as others surrounding the Stadacona village Kanata. With that Stadacona and Algonquin warriors warriors appeared along the high walls of the village. A hail of arrows flew from along the wall in all directions towards the Haudenosaunee. Several men fell along the lines but the Skin and Warter-stone armour held up. A man standing near Deganawatha took an arrow to the eye falling first to his knees letting out a whimper before falling dead on the ground.
"Protection for the head and face will be necessary." Deganawatha scared himself with such a callous reaction. But he brushed the fear away. "Take them down!" He ordered. Onondaga archers dropped to their knees firing as the Stadacona rose from the protective barrier. He stood watching as several men along the wall fell to the skin-stone tipped arrows, the new stone and bone weaved armour worn by the defenders tore like bare flesh. No orders could be heard from Theyanoguin. Deganawatha turned to his warriors waiting with their torches. "LAUNCH!" The first line of torches were flung over walls, some falling to the ground in the trench along the defences. The trench had been filled with wood was dried grass. Smoke rose from all around the outsides of the wall encasing the defending warriors in a thick black cloud of smothering fiery air.
"Second line!" Deganawatha called as a second wave of torches flew over his head and over the walls. He heard at that time Kirit's voice call the same order from out of site. What looked like red gold stars fell onto the village from the Kanien'gehaga lines nearly invisible though the wall of smoke. The glow from the flames with in the village grew brighter and brighter as the flames spread.
A new sound arose for the night to consume, carried by the smoke and flames. Screams. Men and women and children. Deganawatha could hear them all screaming for help, screaming for their loved ones and for the creator to spare them this suffering and take them now. A door flew open, its large wooden gates shining light between the Onondaga and Kanien'gehaga formations. Stadacona and Algonquin poored out into the night. Their skin and clothing burned, some with skins or hair aflame.
"Kill them!" Kirit ordered screamed from the far formation. Kanien'gehaga moved onto the the fleeing population.
"NO!" Deganawatha called out. "Protect the innocent ones!" He ordered the Onondaga. The two Haudenosaunee peoples collided on their enemy population. The Onondaga were closer to the fleeing population, forcing the women and children to fall into their lines. The Kanien'gehaga were given their way with the warriors, who fell like trees in a heavy wind. The Kanien'gehaga stood over them, their tomahawks and clubs rising and falling on the broken bodies as the warriors whooped war cries into the night.
As the sun rose late in the morning the Haudenosaunee entered the burned ruins of the Stadacona village. The Onondaga protecting the former population waited out side the walls, along with other civilians protected by the Seneca and Guyohkohnyo. Deganawatha walked alongside Theyanoguin who's face had carried burn marks from the battle the previous night. There were bodies everywhere, some chard others others looked as though they were simply asleep. A group of twenty stood in the village centre far away from the burned husks of great round buildings of the Stadacona.
A man late of age walked forward towards Theyanoguin, his head held down in shame. "I am Domagaya. Stadacona-Algonquin war chief." The man's eyes weakened and his hands trembling he choked out he last words as chief. "We surrender too you. Oh great Theyanoguin of the Haudenosaunee."
"Bow." Theyanoguin said emotionless as a stone. And they did so. The surviving defenders took to their knees pressing their foreheads to the ground at the feet of the Haugenosaunee War Chief. Theyanoguin then turned to Kirit. "Take all the Algonquin warriors to be held until preparations can be made." With that the Haudenosaunee took the brave Algonquin binding their hands together with rope or skins, marching them off into the early day.
With the war over the worst fate possible, was to be captured alive.
OOC: Please, at this point I would like as much criticism and review as possible. Since Im looking at turning this into a novel.
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