Free Legend of Oria 1: Initial Contact by James Campbell Page B

Earth on several occasions since his initial capture, he had avoided returning to the place of his birth.  Yet here he was within miles of his boyhood home.
    In spite of Oria's many battles and his fearless reputation, he had difficulty handling the deep emotional scars and memories of his last brutal day on Earth.  It was those memories that kept Oria humble.  His father had been strong, confident, and boastful.  Oria followed his father’s footsteps until that last day.  Oria learned that for all of his father’s boasting, the combination of weather and enemy’s superior numbers ended his father’s ability to protect his family from a brutal death.  If pirates had not kidnapped Oria, he would have died over 500 years ago with his father and the rest of his family and ended any chance for current day Earth to survive the onslaught of the Creytes.
    After about an hour of hiking, the headquarters buildings finally came into sight.  Oria entered the building labeled visitors.  Inside he could see a series of historical displays describing the history of the Eastern Shore.  The last display in the series was still under construction.  It contained labels describing recent archeological finds in the area.  There was an artist rendering of something that roughly looked like Oria’s childhood home.
    Oria walked over to the display, stared at several artifacts and read some of the text.  One of the artifacts was an old wooden doll that Oria used to play fetch with his dog.  It was sitting in the hand of a model of a young girl.  Oria smiled slightly, he knew that these historians got this fact wrong. 
    One of the center’s guides walked over to Oria and said “Sir, you seem quite interested in the new display.”
    “Yes, I was just admiring the toy the girl is holding.”
    She replied.  “It's in pretty good condition.  Our best guess is that it was some sort of toy used by one of the young girls in the village.”
    “Really?” Oria said lifting his eyebrows.
    “Yes, it was found near the remains of a young girl.  Dr. StalkingWolf believes the young girl died holding the doll.”
    Oria thought if she only knew the real story.  The remains were of his sister.  She had grabbed the toy from the dog as the Susquehanna grabbed Oria's father, his brother, and himself.  The thought sent a chill up his spine.
    The guide saw Oria's brows furrow, she started up again, “Sir, are you feeling all right?”
    “Yes, I was just having a vision of the young girl holding the doll as she was slaughtered.”
    The guide sucked in her breath.  “No one is supposed to know that.  We did not release her remains.  Are you with the Indian Bureau? “
    Oria looked up with a slight smile and responded “No nothing quite like that.  I just happen to know a lot about that era.”
    The guide looked a bit surprised.  There was not much information on Native American History prior to the arrival of the first white settlers.  They had released very little information out of the new dig.  She thought this guy was trying to impress her.
    She responded “Oh really, you must be among the few experts on that era of our local history.”
    Oria returned the smile and replied “I guess you caught me, I meant to say that I have a special interest in that era and have tried to research it.  However, I did discover there must have been a brutal slaughter at this site.  I believe there were almost 20 middle-aged men including two boys burned at the stake.  You probably did not find one of their remains.”
    The guide looked stunned.  There was no way he could have known about the stakes.  It was only several hours ago that they had uncovered the massacre site.  She replied, “I'll accept that, by the way, if you're serious about your interest in the dig, I may be able to get you into one of Dr. StalkingWolf's private tours.  One starts in about 15 minutes.  I know she has room since two people just canceled.”
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