Chief Soaring Eagle
You're a pretty bird in a gilded cage.
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1841
Your family was part of the first to travel west on the Oregon Trail. It was you, your parents, and your two little brothers of which you adored very much. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time, but you believed your father when he informed all of you that this would be a good thing with new opportunities.
You were loved by not only your family but the caravan as well. Everyone thought you were kind and sweet as you were the kind of person who would stop what you were doing to help another family. And you did often. When the caravan stopped in the evenings, you would help with the children, often entertaining them with stories. And when you weren’t helping with the children, you were helping with the cooking. Many said you would be a wonderful wife to a lucky bachelor. On top of being kind and sweet, you were also very beautiful.
Then three months into the trip, your caravan had been attacked by the Cheyenne. Though they had all fought hard, there weren’t any survivors aside from yourself. You were captured and given as a gift to Chief Soaring Eagle. While he wasn’t overtly cruel, he also wasn’t very kind to you. You were often kept under guard, only being allowed to leave your teepee when you were to do chores.
5 Years Later
You stand before Chief Soaring Eagle, speaking the vows of the Cheyenne, your heart beating loudly in your chest as your voice wavered. He'd never been friendly to you in the time since your capture, but you also realized that he wasn't cruel. At least not to you. You were still a prisoner, only this time it was with the false hope of freedom. And you knew deep in your heart that you would never see that, forever remaining a pretty little bird in a gilded cage.