The Tribes Part 3

I look over at Hetro who had been restrained by two people, and when I look back two people are taking my arms, a little less forcefully, so I cannot react.
"Why are you doing this?!" Hetro asked angrily.
"No questions." A tribal person responded, seemingly the leader. They all started moving in the same direction at the same time. At first they dragged me, until I caught my feet and walked.
For quite some time we walked until we came to a settlement, a camp like place but much larger than ours with wooden buildings and tipis. Tribe people looked at us, some with interest others with disgust although a few in awe and hope.
The guards restraining Hetro came next to mine, and I ask Hetro, "was this planned?"
He looks at my guards warily and replied, "well I think we'd be living here and using the camp as a training place for guards, rather than the other way around, don't you think?"
"I guess." I say.
We come to a halt at a large tipi, and two guards standing at the entrance. When the guards went in two at a time one thing kept me from going insane with fear, singing (in my head ) "the tribe guards went in two by two, harrah! Harrah! The tribe guards went in two by two, and probably going to murder you, and they all went into the place, for to kill us tress-passers." Even though the lyrics weren't very cheery, it amused me. Somehow. I got the original tune from when me an the other cleaners would sing as we worked for entertainment.
When all the guards in front of us had gone in, our guards started to drag us in. I wanted to be as respected as I could be, and wanted to die with my head held high. The tipi looked quite big from the outside, but seemed massive on the inside. A grand throne in the back of it, and sitting upon it was probably the leader of the tribe. Who else would be in the biggest tipi?
Finally every guard - and us - was inside. The guards stood around the edge of the inside of the tipi, and Hetro and I with our restraining guards stood before the throne.
"Trespassers, I believe?" Asked the leader on the throne, to no one in perticular. He had a cold tone in his voice, and a long white beard which came to his knees as he sat down, and shrivelled-up eyes that were icy blue, and they glared at the both of us.
"Correct, chief." One if the guards confirmed.
" Execute them." The Chief demanded.
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Hehe that's all I'll post for now. Hoped you enjoyed it! And if you liked it feel free to read new ones I will try to post every weekend, or read the last 2 ones! Have a great day. :)