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will use my bow no longer; I go out to the wood, and my heart is light; but while my arrow flies, I sorrow; and when the bird drops through the branches, tears come into mine eyes. I will no longer use my bow” (1.3.124). In this scene, Pocahontas made an appearance as she came from the woods with a bow and arrow. She was carrying a red bird. Pocahontas feels sad when she sees the bird drop through the branches as it is hit by her arrow. When Pocahontas says that she will no use her bow, she is rejecting

The next morning, the four ate their morning meal and were off. They walked out of the house grounds and went on their way. To get to the castle, they had to go through what there was of their kingdom beyond the wall, go through villages to get to Nova’s castle grounds, and through the grounds and passed the guards. They made their way out of their kingdom, passing all of the locks and traps for the enemy. They had been walking for a while when they began to approach a large area of woodland with

Starting A New Colony Starting a new colony with only a sparse human population means that you will have to work together as a team. The women would have take care of the children, wash clothes, and cook for the colony. The men would hunt for the food, build homes, and help the women with the children. The people would find glass bottles from old factories that were destroyed and melt them into panels that they put onto their roof to make a power source for running water, electricity for light

Remember the days where Batman flew over Gotham City, defeating the Joker once and for all? Or maybe when Spider-Man stuck on the walls of buildings to defeat Sand Man? All of these villains have been safely locked away for many years... all but one. One Tuesday morning Kyle was just about to sit on the couch and remembered he needed his bag of chips. He took his walker and trudged it over to the pantry. Just then, his friend Thomas jumped in from a nearby window and says to him, "Dude you seriously

Immediately south of Alaska, located in the British Columbia, by the basins of the Naas and Skeena Rivers, lived the Tsimshian. One of the dialects out of four located in that region. Basin of Skeena was known for it’s famine almost all year round because of it’s weather. There were a couple different seasons that took place in that region. Before the famine arrives they travel along the coast in boats to take up position on the fishing grounds. Starting February 15th was the beginning of the first

Most people who’d undergone pain would say that going home after an incident would be the worst part, having to deal with the aftermath of their emotional outbursts and what was happening. Vivian, however, felt nothing as she walked. The cold wind was biting through her, and she could sense that rain was coming nearby, mainly due to the odd twinge in the air that she’d learned to avoid having a delicate instrument with her at all times. Yet now she walked through the streets alone, each step pressing

“Hurry up Kendra you're going to be late Veronica is outside , I’ve already packed your bags LET'S GO NOW!” “Okay Mom I’m coming I have to get my phone charger”. So as I got my phone charger. I kissed my Mom goodbye as I walked out the door. “Have fun tonight,” Mom yelled as I got in Veronica's car. “Hey,” I said as Veronica drove off. “Hey are you ready to go to Jennifer and Johnny’s house.” “I’m as ready as I’m going to be,” I said quietly. When we pulled up to the Lecter’s house we were

As a boy i grew to live to my families expectations, till they expected me to fight. I was born into a high class family expected to fight under the Otori name. My family gave me the name of Isami, they hoped i'd have the courage of my father. They would be disappointed. I knew that war was not what i was made for. Anything but war. When was younger i was taught how to survive, but more so on how to kill. When i was 19 i was fully equipped with the skills of a warrior, then came the battle of yagihara

Listening to the blacksmith stammer in wonder of how Nixie could have managed to damage a sword so badly, her gaze shifted to the side and down at nothing in particular. Even in all the years that she pretended to practice with that sword, she mostly used it in ways she shouldn’t have. Using it in her travels to roast fish, or whatever she manged to scrounge up, in her travels. It made a great spit when she couldn’t bother to find anything more suitable. When she wasn’t using it to cook, she

come into view. Distant enough that I can’t make out their faces, but too close for my liking. I’ve been here before. This is not good. The urge to shoot the bow immediately is bursting at the seams, unfathomably tempting. Competing thoughts skitter through my brain, unrelenting and refusing to let go. My heart skips a beat with the bow in my cold calloused hands. Too many unknowns in this new, cruel world add a different degree of difficulty to this decision. Instinctively, my first response