Cave of Love

Cave of Love

A BL love story between a Pilgrim and a Native American

By Darlordrabey

Part 1

Ahote:  I was taken from my tribe by white men with anger in their hearts. They wounded my body and put me behind bars. I had no idea what was going to happen and the strange turn it would take on my life.

William Browne:  I heard the higher ups in the village say that they caught a wild beast and they were going to kill him. These men do not think about morals when killing and even waste what could be used food. I decided to free the beast to spite these men. I stole a key to the cage and went to where I heard he was being kept.

Ahote:  I saw a white man with bright eyes as blue as the sky and hair the color of wheat who looked shocked to see me. He walked towards me and I inched closer to the wall. I did not know why this man was coming towards me.

William Browne:  There was no beast. There was only a man with bronze skin, dark eyes and black hair. “Why was he brought here?” I wondered. He seemed frightened of me so I tried to be careful how to approach him.

Ahote:  He held up his hands over his head and said in a language I had never heard “I will not hurt you, I am here to help you.” I did not know what he was saying but I felt he was different from the other white men. I was still afraid but not as much as I was. I asked him, “What do you want?”

William Browne:  He said something in a strange language. I realized that we were not going to understand each other but he seemed like he was starting to calm down. I decided then and there that I was going to escape with him. There was nothing here for me to stay for since I could not forgive the people who locked him up.

Ahote:  He stopped and looked like he was thinking hard about something. He then turned around and left. After a while he came back with many possessions in baskets. He unlocked the bars with a piece of metal and took my hand. Though I was afraid and confused, I followed the man.

William Browne:  I took what I thought we would need and packed them. Then I went back for the man. He was still frightened, but he took my hand when I reached out for his. We did not have any trouble leaving since it was the middle of the night.

Ahote:  I followed the white man out of the strange area to which I had been taken. It was dark and it was hard to move with all the injuries I had received when I was taken from the river and brought there by the white men.

William Browne:  I saw that the man would not be able to move much longer because of how beat up he was. I remembered that there was a cave up ahead.

Ahote:  The white man led me into an empty cave. He made a fire and laid out a pile of two blankets on both sides of the fire. He laid me down on one of the blankets, gave me something called “Bread”, washed out my injuries with water that he poured from a gourd, used cloth to cover my injuries, and put the top blanket over me.  I was still wary of this man but I realized that he was kind. No one had ever been this kind to me, not even from my own tribe. I soon fell asleep

William Browne:  The man fell fast asleep. I could not help but watch him sleep for a little while after. I feel asleep looking at his face.

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