1832: "Men gather your wits, for this battle not all of us will come out of alive! Those of you that do not wish to fight for a glorious end LEAVE! But if you dare set yourself into my sight again I will not treat you like every other man on this land, you will no longer be one of the Creek tribes blood! We fight for our dignity and freedom men, this is the last chance we have to free our loved once!" The men cheered but their nervousness was Hurd within the uproar. Everyone of the men knew where he stood could lead to his death but they were all doing it to save their lives. The lives they had with their families and friends.
"Today is the day we show the white skins that they cannot take our land and they cannot destroy our lives without blood spill. We will show them how we can protect our home!!" About her cheer ran out but it fell silent when the men started climbing to the first hill that led to the valley below. The tribe were standing on top of the second hill, forcing their enemies to go below them before climbing up to meet them. The white skins were led by a man with a red feather sticking out of the hard black hat he wore. He wore green clothes with gold circles, loads of them covering his chest. He stood straight and had a vicious look on his face, ready to slice open each and every one of the men on the opposite side of the valley. Every white skin held a long brown thing in his hand, None of the tribe knew what they were but they all knew if one went bang you got to get out of the way, if you had time. A few of them had been hit and none of them had suvived. The white skins were gathering on the top of the hill, more and more were climbing to the top. Soon there were a few hundred and probably more just out of sight. They seems a little annoyed that they would have to go into the valley to face the fight but the still held themselves tall as if this was just a little chore that had to be done. This just made the Indians angrier.
Time dragged by and the white skins finally started to decent down into the valley after trying to hit the Indians with their bitting poles. The Indians hadn't even started slacking and were ready for the soldiers as the came springing down the hill. Their spears sliced down upon the wave of men cutting into flesh, pinning men to the ground. The fierce ball of the soldiers guns roared and the battle began...
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