Finding Rayraw Island - Natia Emory - Chapter 1
#1 of Finding Rayraw Island - Natia Emory - Fictional Story
This is the beginning of a story about Natia Emory, my Native American Otter Alias, that is going to embark on an adventure with her best friend, Niyol.
Chapter 1 -Finding Rayraw Island - Natia Emory
Working with my father and his friends to provide the tribe with clams and shells brought about many interesting stories to my ears. Tales of giant blood thirsty orcas chasing my grandfather, and finding an underwater cave full of shells were the norm. Though my week's job of being the clam cleaner sucked, it was worth hearing these stories. After hearing these old folklore and ending the day with delivering a pound of oysters to my grandmother, I decided to take the long way home. The sun was setting over the familiar Alaskan ocean horizon and was painting a rainbow of fire followed by the mellow shades of Indigo and Sapphire. As the sun and moon exchanged positions, the bush behind me rustled. Then a shadowy figure tripped and feel in front of me. "Uh... hi there Natia!" "What were you doing behind there, Niyol? " The Chowilawu family lived right by us but lately Niyol was busy trying out new roles in the tribe. We've been friends since I could remember and had always hung out until we turned 15. We decided that we were going to take responsibility of preforming tribe chores. "Uh, no reason...." "You're still a terrible liar. " "Well I was thinking that we never hang out anymore like we did as children so I thought I could walk you home tonight. " "Oh, well that's thoughtful of you, " I smiled, helped him up, and threw his moccasins back at him. "How did you fall so hard that your footwear slipped off?" "I don't know, maybe they got sick of my feet and were trying to escape? "He joked. I nudged his shoulder a little. We strolled along for awhile as more shadows greeted the pathway. We caught up on how our new jobs were doing and finally made it back to our neighboring huts. I could see the glow of our fireplace from the opening of the trail. It danced fluently across my family's buck skin wall lining. The view of my mother pleasantly cleaning tonight's dinner made my mouth water. Then I could feel some strong, familiar arms wrap around me in a quick embrace. "I'll see you the same time tomorrow? " "Well it depends if you would like to hear a story that I get to hear every day down on the beach?" "I think I can handle a tall tale after a day of wood carving while walking home with my best friend." "Sounds like a plan! " I replied as I waved goodbye and walked to my home. When I entered my hut, I found my parents happily laughing at each other. Apparently they thought it was hilarious that my dad had spattered clam guts everywhere in an attempt to open its shell. I can't judge them though since I inevitably joined in their chuckling.