Right now I am in a tight situation. In my fury and frustration of knowing the truth of my wife, I've killed Mary and Simcoe. I feel strangely regretful at the fact that I've killed Mary. Though she was Simcoe's daughter, and my half sister that I never wanted, it's not like she had a choice of who to have as her parents. Also, after I've given Mary a fatal blow to the heart, she told me that she was pregnant. By then, it was too late. Before I killed Simcoe, he confessed that he offered to buy her for a lot of money. At first, my entire family was against the offer, but as time went by, my father found the offer much to tempting. Simcoe and my father both planned the kidnap, and that night Simcoe came with a bunch of men and ran off with my mother. Right now, I am on my way of looking for my father to seek revenge. From what I remember his name was... Brock I think? Last night, after killing Mary and Simcoe, I told my mother what I have done, and that she should come with me to find this man named Tecumseh. After hearing what I said my mother passed out. I've put her on my horse and we are now running away as fast as possible, since Simcoe has plenty of supporters who would come after me, and try to kill me if they know what I have done. Apparently Tecumseh's in a bit of a tight situation right now, because of people that call themselves war hawks. Those are the people who are trying to take over the land of the first nations regardless of their feelings. They see the first nations as obstacles in their way of expanding the border of the US. Hmm... my mother hasn't woken up yet, and it's been almost three days. I think I should take her to a doctor nearby. Though it no longer matters, I can't stop thinking about it. What would've my child looked like??? I don't think that killing Simcoe was the wrong choice, but I'm not sure if killing Mary was the right choice. I feel highly regretful, and now all I have to remind myself of Mary is the Journal entry's in which she wrote, and this straw hat in which she gave for me to wear while farming...
-Pierre
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