The Dark times;;I need Critique

[Howl//Jay//Poison]

This only the Prolouge so bear with me.
Prolouge
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I sit and watch him. My lovely husband, fallen as death encamps him.I cry out in pain, as I feel my heart burst.
I watch as his lips slowly fade to blue and I look up to look in the eyes of the one who killed him.
He smirks and that drives my reaction.I jump from, where I crouched by my lover's side and at the cruel man who stands waiting braced for my attack.I feel my blood boil and I launch myself at him.
I pull my Blades from my back and give the mighty war call of The Cherokee.My blades meet his skin, and I can feel me slicing away at anything in my path.
I finally calm, from my blood-hungry battle stage and look at the man.He lay at my feet, with lasserations all over his body.
I gasp and fall into a dizzying blackness.

[Raiki]

.D. That's really interesting. It definitely tells the reader how much she loved him and resented the other.

[Howl//Jay//Poison]

Hahah.Thanks.

[Howl//Jay//Poison]

Chapter one
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Eight years before the accident.
I sit in the Tribal circle and listen to the shaman, tell us of The Comanche, or as we call them The Cruel ones.
He tells of the Great War, and how the Comanche stole our Chief and held him captive.
My father, the Chief now, was just a little boy then and he remembers everything.He listened intently to the Shaman.
I hear the women of the Tribe gasp as he speaks of The Fighters of our tribe launch themselves at the camp and kill the Chief, and steal back our Cheif.
My Father nods slowly, as though remembering the cruelness and battle hungry warriors.His face contorted in pain, as The shaman tells of when The Fighters from the Comanche Tribe came and destroyed our Camp, killing his father, and his mother.
The Shaman finished the story and the meeting was condemed to silence as we prayed to,The Creator.
After about an Hour of Praying, we went back to our Teepees.I followed my father back to ours.
My mother was already inside asleep on her and my father's pelt.I went and climbed on to mine.I pulled my Buffalo hide over me and I watched my father put out our fire, and climb back by my mother.
I watched the small dancing flame, on the wood and finally gave way to my heavy eyelids.
As I dreamed, I dreamed of The Creator.He came to me and spoke of Wonderous things.He spoke of how when The tribe was older, we were Wolf-Shifters.
I listened intently, as he told of how the other Tribes were jealous of our power and commanded thier spirits to make them have power.
Their spirits declined and asked the Creator to take back our power.He declined and the Spirits went at war.
He told me, of how The Comanche spirit finally came and stole back our power and put it in the forest.
There the Wolves ran freely, and every now and then they would meet our indians, and we would accept them.
He finally started to fade away, and I cried out."Please don't go,"I asked him.But it was too late,he had vanished.
And I stood there alone, in a meadow.Until, I fainted and fell.
I awoke to see my Mother and Father gone.I got up to see thier horses gone too and I looked at the Camp and gasped in horror.