Forbidden Love - A Short Story

Cheyenne Banished to the Mighty Oak
Cheyenne Banished to the Mighty Oak | Source
Look closely to see Cheyenne embedded in the tree
Look closely to see Cheyenne embedded in the tree | Source

This is another challenge posed to me by my brother to write a story for one of his sketches. He calls the sketch "Cheyenne", drawn after I posted my true short story called "Cheyenne", which I've previously posted here on Hubpages. This, however, is purely fiction. I hope you enjoy!





Forbidden Love





Far off into the distance, she could see it: the village from which she had been banished. From this vantage point, at the top of a hill, the village seemed light years away; the memories created there, visibly playing through her mind.


Behind the village rose lush mountains; their purple peaks reaching into the clouds. But, in the valley below was evidence of her rebellious ways and the consequences bestowed upon the land. The fields were no longer green, but yellow, as if the very life had been drained from each blade of grass, from each delicate flower. She looked on from her permanent post atop the hill, as tears ran down her frozen cheeks.


How did all this come to be? Why couldn’t the elders understand? She felt she’d committed no wrong in giving her love to Nathan. After all, he too, was a warrior. Why does the tribe forbid loving a White Man??





….. she had been trailing through the mountains, somewhat distracted from the task of gathering berries and roots, when she paused to conjoin with Nature. She felt she was being watched, but not by the spirits whose job it was to protect her. At first she didn’t see him. Something moved, causing a rustle in the dense foliage. It could have been anything, really, in these mountains untouched by Man.


As she reeled in her thoughts, once again concentrating on the task at hand, she continued on her way. Suddenly, the air was filled with a soft thumping sound, as her heart began to beat a rhythm yet unknown to her. Then she saw him. Tall, fair-skinned, blue eyes, dressed in buckskin. As their eyes met, without a spoken word, the thumping and pounding escalated into a cacophony of splendor whisking through the tree tops, drawing the two closer together on Earth, bound by an unseen force. Although she had been warned about White Man, she was not afraid. They were drawn together by a peaceful, deliciously intoxicating force. Now, face to face, they silently joined fingers as she felt their spirits come forth to caress the other. This was a spirit travel she’d not yet experienced – and oh, the sensation!


Daily, they met silently in the secret caress of the mountains, where their spirits came together in celebration of Life and Love. She knew it was forbidden by the tribe, but the force she and Nathan shared was impossible to ignore.


After months of these secret meetings, Cheyenne no longer wanted to hide her joy from the tribe. Hand in hand, they ventured down the mountainside to her village. They found strength in each other in order to face what Cheyenne knew would be a difficult journey in reaching for acceptance from the elders.


Upon approaching the village, all elders assembled to block their entry into their tribal nation. Cheyenne knew confrontation was inevitable, but she called on her love and conviction to guide her as she attempted to stand up to the tribe.


One look in the eyes of the forbidden lovers, the elders saw she was lost to this White Man. This could not be! The lovers would not acquiesce, therefore consequences must and would be paid!


Nathan was sent back into the mountains, the only option if his life was to be spared.


As for Cheyenne, she was banished to the hillside, frozen inside the Mighty Oak, where all she could do was watch, mourn, yearn and spill the tainted tears of Lost Love, rendering her village barren as was she, for Eternity. Her punishment was to live through and become a part of this Mighty Oak for Eternity, never to move. Only to watch the effect on her beloved land, as spoiled by the Tears of Forbidden Love.






Shauna

Copyright © May 6, 2012


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Comments 14 comments

Robin 4 years ago

Such a sad story, but so beautifully written! You truly have a gift! The sketches are amazing...great story to match! Keep writing!!! : ) : )


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida Author

Thank you so much for the awesome comment! I'll let my brother know you like his sketch. (Remember, he's color blind. That's what's so amazing about his art!)


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unknown spy 4 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

Oh, this is so sad..i remembered Pocahontas..but then Pocahontas was a lot luckier since the tribe accepted John smith..

this happens a lot, this forbidden love. why can't they just accept it..it's not a crime to fall in love.


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida Author

No, it's not a crime to fall in love, unknown! Fortunately for Cheyenne, this story is a complete fabrication, based on imagination as prompted by my brother's amazing sketch! I just love when he challenges me to write stories to accompany his unique art!

Thanx for stopping by - usually it's me visiting you! Welcome!


Ghost32 4 years ago

Few today realize, I think, the rigidity of many Native American societies in their original forms. There were always reasons for each rule or taboo, of course, reasons the elders considered necessary for the tribe's survival, let alone for the tribe to thrive...but the myth of the "wild Indian" was often just that, a myth.

Just one example: Among the Blackfeet, a warrior who spotted buffalo and hunted them alone was severely beaten so that he would not do that again. Reason: A lone hunter might kill one or two animals...yet frighten the rest of the herd away, resulting in hunger--even starvation--for the tribe as a whole.

The lone mountain men, however, were for the most part truly free to do as they wished. How could an open hearted young girl not be drawn to such a one?

Voted Up and More.


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida Author

Wow, Ghost! My mom, after reading this, told me of a legend in NC, where an Indian woman was thrust into a rock as her punishment for the very same reason as in my story. I was totally flabergasted, since this came completely from the fabrication of my mind, based on my take on my brother's sketch. Perhaps he knows more Indian folklore than I? Nevertheless, I was amazed that my "fiction" is actually based on folklore.

I'm glad it hits home with you. I'm only 1/16th Cherokee, but I believe it governs my "me"!


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Fennelseed 4 years ago from Australia

Just lovely BW. White man has inflicted so much tragedy and condemnation on the indigenous people, the hurt is reduced I think as the generations unfold, but what was acceptable to Cheyenne, caused outrage in the elders.

This a beautifully told story capturing those differences in history that seem to have become diluted over time. Lovely writing combining folklore, nature, love and two worlds within one.

Thank you so much for sharing, I love your brothers painting and I can see Cheyenne, frozen, forever looking out over the valley that foretold her destiny. My votes and best wishes to you and sharing.


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida Author

I am very pleased you connected with this, Annie. But, then again, after reading your profile I see we hold many of the same things dear. If you get a chance, go into my brother's website: www.danasviews.com. He's got several pieces he's written, along with sketches, paintings and photos of his fishing excursions. He has a very old soul and clings deeply to our Cherokee heritage.


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Technically speaking... India with its caste and vernacular system is the land of many examples of forbidden love... Your hub... a cinematic experience which makes me moist and overwhelmed to the core... leaves me awe-struck in admiration for your writing skills and creativity..

Once in my life...i have experienced forbidden love as a victim..and I can feel the pain..

Great hub


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida Author

Thank you, my brother. Your comments are as poetic as your soul!


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snowdrops 4 years ago from The Second Star to the Right

Beautiful, so amazing write but sad. Even the title speaks of sadness, Forbidden Love.


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida Author

Thank you for your comment, snowdrops. I'm glad you enjoyed it. My brother's artwork sparks some pretty "twisty" prose. He's amazing and sparks my creativity. He's quite inspirational!


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klidstone1970 3 years ago from Niagara Region, Canada

To feel such joy and wanting to share in it only to have it taken away is the worse kind of punishment. Wonderfully written and touching. Thank you.


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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida Author

Glad you liked it, Klidstone!

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