After I knew where my daughter was I felt better, but I was still filled with so much anger and sadness and worry about what was happening to her. I waited for months for something to happen, and I continued to pray for my daughters safety.
My story does not have a large climax. There is no huge battle, no explosions or fights, or even an encounter with the antagonist. There is however a character returning home.
One day I heard noise coming from the woods… I heard “Nokomis! Nokomis”. I ran into the woods, and deep into the trees I see my daughter. She was so weak and looked so sick. I took her back home, to the wigwam. Over the months she was gone she had become pregnant from the west wind. My daughter was finally home, but she was not well. Wenonah was much to weak to give birth, and when she did, she was not able to survive. She gave birth to two children, yet one of them had the same fate as their mother.
What was left was only me and my small grandson, and so much mourning to be done.
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