The Marquis De Lafayette, a profound french soldier with confidence that rivals kings and a leadership that rivaled Washington's. His voice was smooth and french bound like his heart. Fighting for the revolution and freedom against the British like all his brothers in arms, unable to lose his pride.

However, leading his men into Battle Lafayette ended up taking a stray bullet to the chest, upon collapsing he lost consciousness before he could even remember what happened next, all he heard was his men shouting and then feeling an unfamiliar pair of hands on his face.

Hours passed, when Lafayette finally gained consciousness, he winced as he tried to sit up but inevitably gave up and stayed laying down. Looking around he noticed this wasn't an army tent, no. It had drawings on the inside which looked to be made of ash, handmade dreamcatchers hanging around the tent or.. was it a Teepee.. Lafayette didn't even get to think before a shadow appeared outside of the tent..