Their sharp tongues darted out to the weak and fallen, devouring them as they fell, leaving some cold and dead, to be eaten upon by the animals and vultures of the land. Now, slowly but surely, his son…Chief Long Bow, could see that vision coming to be. As a nation, they often stood to fight, such as in the attack on Tennessee settlers, and others since. But remembering his father’s words to him as he was drawing his last breath; imploring him to put the lives of his people who would follow him, before his pride. That it was more important for survivors to be left of the strong, proud Cherokee nation, than all go down to speak never again, he implored him. “Many will die when the prophecy comes to be…you my son must think ahead. You must guard the lives of those who would follow you, so that we as a nation shall not perish. My son, there will be great wars among us. Leaders will rise up, and they will argue for our cause with the beast in his own tongue.
