Princess Wildflower

By Alex T.K. Bobelyn

All her life, Wildflower has loathed the existence of white men. They've killed her people, robbed them of their lands, and disrupted their peace. She has high hopes for a better future, for herself and the rest of her people. After an unexpected attack interrupts Wildflower's and her friends' shenanigans, they are forced to flee for their lives. Alone in the wilderness, they attempt to travel to safety, in Canada, where all the other tribes have escaped the white men. However, some problems arise, and Wildflower is soon separated from the group and captured by white soldiers. After waking up, she realizes she was rescued from death by a young white man, about her age, fifteen. Arthur Hurst saved her with a lie, one that will determine her long-desired future. The strong-willed, brave, and stubborn Wildflower must pretend to negotiate with the rich and arrogant Mr. Francois Bington French III over the lives of the Native Americans. Arthur has warned her of Francois's fiendish intentions, which disillusions Wildflower. How is it that Arthur is different, even though he resembles his white brothers? Why is he helping her? Will they succeed? Or will they fall to the evil arms of Francois and his army of soldiers? Or will Princess Wildflower finally overpower and make them regret ever wronging her and her people?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798889824282

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

About the Author

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Princess Wildflower

Alex T.K. Bobelyn

Copyright © 2023 Alex T.K. Bobelyn

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2023

ISBN 979-8-88982-427-5 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88982-428-2 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Introduction

Before I start, I just have to say that this could have been her story or someone else's. Unlike that person, Princess Wildflower was forgotten. But there are few who still remember her name and know that she existed. It's a shame no one knows her true origin story. Even if this isn't her real story, I still feel she should be remembered because, in my opinion, being forgotten is one of the cruelest things that can happen to a person. So please read this, for empathy. Do remember, not everyone's story can be heard. There are people in history who were fortunate enough to write their own stories and share them with the world, especially those who died before being there to see it happen. All lives are important, and everyone deserves to be seen and heard.

So without further ado, please let me tell you the story of Princess Wildflower, a Native American who will forever be remembered by her descendants and me. I have never met her, and I know nothing about her, but that didn't stop me from becoming inspired enough to write a book about her. Sadly, she will forever be a mystery to me. But when the time comes for me to tell my children about her, I will tell them this story. And I hope you do the same. Unlike what history may think about her in their book of assumptions, I believe that she was a hero unnoticed by everyone—well, except for the Native Americans, of course.

I hope this story reaches out to you and inspires you, just as much as it has inspired me. Happy reading!

Chapter 1

It is hard to imagine that one day, we will all be gone. It is hard for me to imagine what life will look like when I am older. I cannot think about what will happen along the way. I cannot sit here and daydream about all of the endless possibilities that await me on my path. I do not have the time to think about my future, let alone my desires or fears. I only have the time to move ahead and wait to see what will happen. I have to focus on the present, as should everyone else. Stopping to think about the future will not get us closer to it. It will only stall the inevitable or what could have been the inevitable. But it all depends. The roads we take will either lead us to or away from exactly where we all wish to be years from now. You just have to wait, I am sorry. Keep busy, and you will be there one day.

Today, I intend to get revenge on someone. The plan has been plotted out carefully. We planned it all last night. Now, this morning, I have to gather everyone up so we can proceed. It will be risky, and we may get caught, but I guarantee it will be precious. I have been waiting two whole days for this, and I am glad today is here.

Before leaving my hut, I grabbed eight eggs when Mother was not looking. If she knew what I was planning, she would not have stood happily for it. I would have been scolded and then punished for even thinking of it. That is Mother. She is strict, yes, but she is still my mother. I cannot hate her because we need each other. We are all we have left. Mother, Sun Dancer, and myself. But I will discuss this later. Right now, I have a rat to punish.

I hid the eight eggs in a secret pouch I made on the outside of my dress. It was small, but the eggs fit, not so comfortably though, I could feel them complaining about being squeezed against each other. Even if these eggs did get squished, it did not matter. The others were bringing eggs too. We had to have enough eggs to make sure the rat learned his lesson. The number of eggs we were to bring had to be of significance. Otherwise, the rat would not have been persuaded.

The first hut I stopped at belonged to Mother Hawk, Bright Bear, and O'puam. In our tribe, everyone is given a title to go with their name. That is how we know who everyone is.

Mother Hawk is the one who teaches the youngest girls how to scavenge for food. Unfortunately, I did not enjoy learning about scavenging. I did not find any excitement when it came to hunting berries, sticks, leaves, or bugs. It was too simple. It was neither exciting nor intriguing. It was, in my opinion, a waste of my time. I was not going to be a scavenger. I have known that from day one. I have always wanted to be a hunter. I wanted so dearly to hunt with the boys. I have always dreamed of being a part of the chase. No matter what the food they were chasing, I wanted to be included. Just watching the boys chase from a distance brought me tingles of adrenaline and excitement. After it was all over, I would walk away and feel my left chest, to relax my racing heart. I know I am ready. But I find it will be very difficult for me to become a hunter. I have many obstacles in my way. One of the major obstacles is Mother Hawk. It is all so stupid. Why can I not be a hunter? I am strong, intelligent, and swift. But she refuses to see my perception on the issue. To her, and everyone else, women and girls should never be allowed as hunters, only scavengers. Why? Because it is believed that women and girls are not suited for hunting, at least, not the same way men are. But that will change. I will see to it personally that it does. I will change the rules, by becoming the first female hunter in our tribe. Then I will be satisfied, by my achievement and the look I shall see on Mother Hawk's face at the exact moment she realizes I have proved her wrong. On that day, the sun will forever shine down on me for the rest of my life. If I win the sun's pride, then surely I am destined for greatness in my future. What will it be? I cannot tell you. Only time will tell.

Bright Bear is known as one of the best hunters in our tribe. To be more specific, he is the best trapper out of all of the hunters. He is the one who brings home the most food. We have a large supply of food, thanks to him. He truly is honored by our tribe. And I honor him as well. I am his best friend after all. It would not look very good if I did not clap or smile when he walked into the hut or appeared out of nowhere. I like him most because he always keeps his promises. He has never let me down, not once, not at all. I value him as my friend, and I like him because he does not frown at my wish to become a hunter. He carries my back on that dream. And on the day it finally comes, he promised me he would be right there, by my side, and that he would be the first to cheer for me. I like Bright Bear, very much. I do not like him to an extraordinary amount, but I would not be mad if he was chosen to be my betrothed. I would be honored, of course. I would be proud to call him my best friend and husband.

As for O'puam, he is known as the smallest boy in our tribe. He is only eight years old, and yet he is the size of a young bear, not a baby bear but a young bear, as in a bear that has not regained its full size yet. He is teased for it, and he feels ashamed, but afterward, he eats. He believes the more he eats, the bigger he will become. So one day, I would like to see the look on everyone's face when they see how tall he is compared to Tree Ticker, the tallest man in our tribe. I can see it now. They will all be staring up at him, in pure awe. After a couple of seconds, they will need to put their heads down so their necks will not hurt from all the staring. What a day that shall be.

Outside of their hut, I waited for Bright Bear and O'puam to come out. It took a while, thanks to their mother, Mother Hawk. While these two boys were pushing so eagerly to leave, their mother was squawking orders to them. After all was said and done, Bright