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Uncertain Path

Uncas looked over at her. She was truly beautiful to his eyes; her long raven black hair fell in soft waves around her, framing her heart shaped face with its flawless tan coloured skin and lips like two pink flower buds, plump and beckoning.

Her form was fragile and slight and moved with a grace that seemed to mesmerise him drawing his eyes to her, her stunning dark almond shaped eyes shyly caught his and she blushed, her eyes lowering to the ground. He smiled to himself; she would indeed make a good wife for him.

He had already discussed the union with his father and it had made his heart glad.

His brother brought him abruptly from his thoughts with a sharp pat on his shoulder.

"Starin' again Uncas?" he grinned.

Uncas grinned sheepishly back as Hawkeye sat beside him, warming himself by the fire.

"She'd be good for you, bear you many children" he poked Uncas playfully "Father would be happy."

Uncas felt a small heat rise within his cheeks and his eyes were again drawn to her. She was now trying in vain to ignore him, gathering the cooking pots that lay around her fire.

Finally feeling his eyes upon her she glanced up shyly through her thick lashes and a small smile played upon her lips.

"Go talk to her" Hawkeye whispered

Uncas shook his head "When the time is right" he said turning his gaze back to his brother.

Hawkeye brushed his hair from his face "Best make it soon, we're leaving to pay a visit to John and Alexandra soon"

The muscle in Uncas' jaw tightened at her name and her image swam into his mind. Alexandra had been unmarried when they had first met in the small town she now still lived in.

She was kind and good to all, even to red men and Uncas had found himself quite in awe of the white woman in his youth. She was a good few years older than him and had of course married a white man and bore his children in time. Uncas felt no regrets, in his heart he knew his place but still the small ache plagued him a little whenever her name was mentioned.

Uncas nodded slowly to his brother.

Uncas knew it was time for him to settle down with a woman and have many strong sons to carry on his tribe; he was the last of the Mohicans.

His brother was not Mohican but a white man that his father had come across. Hawkeye's white name had been Nathaniel but he did not use it unless he was talking to white men, it seemed to ease them a little.

Hawkeye's family had all been killed by a war party that had swept through the small town he lived in as a child and destroyed nearly everything including his mother and father.

Chingachgook had been passing through with his young son Uncas and had taken pity upon the grubby, starving white child no older than eight summers and in time had come to look upon him as his own son, teaching him the ways of the Mohican people.

Hawkeye had earned his Mohican name for his keen eyesight with a musket. Uncas swore he had the best aim in any part of the land.

Soon they would be moving on from the village they had lived in for many months. The English or Yangee as they tended to call them were at war with the French and many tribes had taken sides and were now fighting each other with hate burning bright inside them.

Chingachgook and his small family were not interested in war and so they planned to move away to a place were the war had not yet taken full force.

Once there Uncas hoped they could settle and stay for a while, perhaps Aiyana the girl he watched so intently would agree to come with them and live her life out by his side.

Evening began to draw in around them and Uncas set about chopping more firewood to feed the fire. In his heart he was trying to find the courage to go over to Aiyana's wigwam and talk to her. The muscles in his upper arms flexed as he brought the axe down upon the wood.

A dark figure stepped forward and Uncas halted in mid swing, he panted a little from the work he had been doing and stepped forward to great the visitor.

Aiyana stepped into view the glass beads that hung around her neck glittered in the firelight.

For a moment Uncas was taken aback by her sudden appearance but he regained himself quickly.

She opened her mouth but no words came out instead her eyes were drawn to his bare chest, strong and well defined and glistening with sweat from his labours.

Uncas saw a rosy blush appear in her cheeks.

He motioned for her to sit.

"We are well met tonight" she finally said as she sat.

Uncas cocked his head questioningly he was a man of few words and his expressions spoke loudly to those willing to look.

"I have consulted my spirit guide" she swallowed hard the blush seeming to intensify "they told me my path lay with you" she said and her eyes glistened with meaning.

Uncas nodded slowly.

"I also know this to be true" he said and smiled.

Their eyes locked for a moment and unspoken words passed between them, their union was settled, they would belong to each other.

Aiyana smiled warmly "I am pleased" two small dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth giving her a younger look then her 19 years.

"It will bring great honour to my people to make union with the Mohican tribe" she rose and sat beside him her fingers seeking his as they rested upon the ground.

At her touch he sought her eyes and then his lips were upon hers, a warm deep kiss that gave promises of the nights ahead.

Their lips parted and she rose to her feet.

"You will speak with my father?" she asked him.

Uncas nodded and reached his hand up taking hold of hers. He smiled and then let her go back to her home, she was eager to tell her mother and father the news.

As the dawn sun rose in the sky Uncas made his way to Ayiana's family wigwam. His heart fluttered a little with nerves but he need not have worried. He was warmly welcomed and they talked for many hours. They thought it was a good match for their daughter.

Aiyana sat in a corner her whole face aglow with pride.

By the time the sun had fully risen the whole village was abuzz with the news that one of their own would be marrying the Mohican chief's son.

Many young braves came and patted Uncas warmly upon the back greeting him joyfully as he walked through the village.

It was quickly decided by the elders and Chingachgook that the union would take place before they began their journey and Aiyana would accompany them to their new home.

Chingachgook had made it clear that he wanted his son united with the girl before the week was out, the weather grew colder by the day and he wished to avoid the winter winds that would come soon enough.

The villagers rushed about Uncas in the next few days as they prepared for the feast and dancing that would celebrate their union.

Uncas sat by his brother's side the night before he would be joined with Aiyana. They talked long into the night and by the time Uncas lay down upon his blankets his mind was easy and warmth surrounded him, his path led to a good place.

His eyes slowly closed and his mind drifted into sleep.

He dreamed vividly of a large white fox, his spirit guide and Uncas was running with him through fields of high grass, his breaths came in rasps as he tried to keep up with White Fox who was nimble and fast. Uncas' legs pumped hard and the sweat fell from his brow.

White Fox began to slow his pace as the green field of grass came to an end, ahead lay nothing but dirt and dust. Finally the fox came to a stop, his tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted.

Uncas looked down at White Fox and his eyes asked the question of what this place was.

The fox gave a low growl. Uncas looked back behind him, the grass swayed and rustled in the breeze giving a light fragrance to the air. White Fox grabbed the bottom of his buckskin pants and began to pull Uncas away from the grass land.

Uncas obediently followed until he stood upon the dusty, dead ground.

"What is it I must do?" he asked of the spirit

The fox growled a little.

"The path you have taken is not true, now your path is uncertain" the fox said his voice gruff and snarling.

Uncas looked around him "How do I find my rightful path?" he asked

The fox padded a little away from him and sat down. White Fox cocked his head slightly.

"The spirits are already choosing your path, but they are displeased"

Uncas looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Should my union to Aiyana not take place?" he ventured

The fox barked shrilly "No, it would bring shame to her people and shame to you, you must carry on, on this path until the spirits take you to the right one" the fox got to his feet and began to walk away. Uncas watched the spirit leave him his white flanks slowly dissolving into the wind.

He looked up at the blue summer sky and a gasp caught in his throat as the moon slowly covered the sun with its slivery glow.

Uncas awoke abruptly; he took deep gulps of air as he tried to calm his breathing. He wiped the sweat from his brow and rose to his feet trying to shake the groggy feeling he felt.

He walked out of his wigwam and allowed the cool night air to dry his skin, the coolness leaving raised gooseflesh along his arms and chest. He breathed in deeply and gazed up at the clear sky, the stars glittered and winked at him from their lofty place and the moon shone full and bright. He studied the moon for a moment remembering his dream. The silvery light cast itself down bringing some visibility to his surroundings. He gazed up at it and had to catch his breath as he saw a shimmer of colour, like corn in a field, cross over its surface.

The morning came all too quickly and although Uncas knew this day should bring great joy to his heart all he felt was an empty feeling of dread that pulled at the pit of his stomach.

He rose and dressed in his new buckskins, made by Aiyana's mother. He then placed a small shell necklace around his neck as was customary in this tribe for their union.

He picked up his wampum belt and held it to his forehead asking silently for the spirits to guide his way and not be so angry with his choices.

He rose and carefully teased out the tangles within his long black hair using a bone comb, when it lay straight and shining upon his shoulders he took two sections of hair from the front and tied them back with a strip of soft leather.

His brother lifted the heavy cloth from the doorway and entered.

"It's nearly ready" he said "Uncas, what's wrong?" he came to Uncas' side and studied his face.

"I am troubled my brother" Uncas said in a low voice.

Hawkeye gave him a questioning look.

"I dreamt that my path is not true and that it will bring great suffering"

Hawkeye nodded. "That is an angry dream" he rubbed his chin in thought for a moment "did the spirits tell you the right path?"

Uncas shook his head "No, but they told me I must continue to walk this path until it becomes my rightful one"

Hawkeye patted Uncas reassuring on the back "Do as the spirits will Uncas, it's all we can do"

Uncas nodded but still the dread tugged at him.

He soon departed the wigwam and made his way to the crowd of people that stood in a haphazard circle awaiting the great union to take place.

He walked to Aiyana's parents who stood forward from the crowd, their faces shined with happiness and pride and they greeted him warmly as he approached. Uncas caught his father's eye and wished he had spoken with him and known his wisdom on the matter but there was time to talk of such things later.

A flute and drum began to play, a merry tune of love and honour and Aiyana emerged from her wigwam.

She wore a skirt of beautiful soft deerskin and a band of wampum beads graced her forehead, the deep purple swirls glinted in the sunlight. She wore nothing upon her top half and her breasts were bared, precious beads and shells fell between them threaded onto a long necklace.

Her face was painted in whites, reds and yellows and she smiled broadly at the man that would soon be her husband.

Uncas placed his wampum belt to his forehead and then stretched out his hands and offered it to Aiyana's parents. They gladly accepted them to much joy and shouting from the crowd. Their union was sanctified.

There was much celebrating afterwards and many stories were told by the fire, many dances danced and much music played.

While the merriment was still in full swing Uncas took his wife's hand and led her back to his wigwam. Once enclosed by the unseeing walls they tenderly undressed each other.

Uncas let his hands slide across her shoulders and down her arms feeling the wave of gooseflesh he left behind his touch.

Her lips sought his and they lay back on the blankets. They explored each other, their hands skimming skin, sending shivers and creating moans of pleasure. They shuddered together as their bodies entwined and they became one.

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I had been toying with this concept for over a year, wondering "what if" and after watching the movie "Squanto" again recently I came up with this idea.

I'm afraid I now have the writing bug and until I get all the stories out of my head, I'll be posting here

I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter and I hope to write more soon.