All characters, except those not mentioned in the movie are the property of the Walt Disney Company and are used without permission. Even though I do believe that they deserve much better than what they get recently these days.

Chapter 1: Moving on and an evil plot

Pocahontas sat atop the edge of a cliff mournfully. Peering over the land and water that stretched from the wooded land to her village, she wondered about John Smith. Who could forget that handsome smile across his face? Despite being one of the English explorers who nearly settled on part of her people's land, he turned out to be caring, compelling and even changed his view on the life Pocahontas had taught him to respect.

But would she ever see him again? Days passed by and there had been not a single word from him. Where could he be? What if he never made it back?

"No, I won't believe that!" she cried to herself, throwing her hands on her head. He couldn't be dead already. That wound he received from Ratcliffe couldn't possibly be deep enough to threaten his life any further.

That's enough! She thought. He's not dead; he's still alive, end of story. But would he want her to spend the rest of her days in sorrow and regret. No, deep down she knew it was time for her to move on with her life with or without John. She had to be strong, no matter what happens.

Still lost in thought, she didn't notice Meeko and Percy walk up and sit next to her on opposite sides. Looking down, she began to notice the worried expressions on their faces as if to ask her "what's wrong?" Could they have missed John Smith as well? She threw her arms around them gently.

"I miss him too," she replied to them comfortably. "We'll see him again…somehow." She turned her attention to the sun, which was now setting below the horizon. It was now time for her to return to the village before her father Chief Powhatan became worried sick.

"C'mon, it's time to head back," she informed them, darting off into the thicket with them tagging behind. "Come on Flit!" Flit had been hovering about in the berry bush picking at the thorny berries. Whirring frantically, he darted after her.

In the village, Chief Powhatan had been passing every teepee wishing everyone a good night. Pocahontas was right, he did seem to be getting a little worried already with his daughter being out so late. She had been like this ever since the white men left back for England. Would she ever be happy again, even with Smith gone? He had already learned to respect her feelings for him, despite the fact that they were from different worlds.

"Father, I'm back!" Powhatan turned his head. Running up to him was Pocahontas safe and unharmed. Still, that didn't stop him from wanting to know where she had been.

"Where have you been?" he asked sternly.

"I was taking a walk along the stream," she answered. The chief could see through her eyes that something was bothering her, and he knew what it was.

"Pocahontas, I know how you feel," Powhatan put his arm around his daughter as he walked her back to her teepee, then continued, "but sometimes the best things in life are to just let go of the pain and move forward. It may not be easy, but it's the only advice there is. Remember what I said…" he finished his last words as Pocahontas stepped into her teepee, "…nothing is simple anymore."

Saying good night to her, he turned away sadly. He always hated to see his daughter unhappy and sometimes didn't know the right kind of advice to give her. Hopefully, there might still be a way for her to get through this. But for now, it was time to get some rest.

Meanwhile elsewhere, two suspicious looking rogues sat around a campfire plotting something against the so-called "savages." One of them had big broad yellow-green eyes, a bulgy nose, a bald head with a pirate's tattoo spread across, muscular arms and hands, a wide chest and thick long splendor legs. He wore a grey-bluish vest across his bare chest and dark brown pirate pants with black boots on his feet. He was busy sharpening his knife with a small rock.

The other rogue had a wide broad chest, limbs as muscular as his partner's, a tanned loose shirt with floppy sleeves, gold earrings, dark blue pants, black boots, a skeletal tattoo on his left shoulder, and three gold teeth that sparkled every time he smirked.

These men were from England just like John, except for a few things; their minds were filled with greed, corruption, and a strong desire for gold. They often heard of how the other settlers made it back empty handed and how they managed to make peace with the "savages" with help from John Smith and another "savage" by the name of Pocahontas. For some reason, they did not want to believe there was not a trace of gold in the "New World" the other settlers arrived back from. They were determined to get that gold in the palm of their greedy hands at all costs.

"Those stupid ninnies didn't even know what they were doing," complained the man with the bald head. "Those red-skins still have the gold; and it's somewhere on this land."

The other man slapped his hands on his thighs in annoyance and replied, "We can't just go in there and attack. Sure our weapons are a hundred times more powerful, but we'd be outnumbered. Two against an entire civilization; we need a better plan," then a smirk crossed his face. "And I know just what to do. All we have to do is track down this Pocahontas, bring her back here and force her to tell us where the gold is hidden. And if she doesn't tell us, we simply...kill her."