Disclaimer: I do not own "Pocahontas" or any of the charcters in it. However, I do own Linda
The sun shone brightly through the top of a small hut in the small village near the Queuchonic River. Inside the hut, the light hit the eyes of a young woman, still in the land of dreams. A lazy smile was on her face as she enjoyed in her dreams what would never come to be in real life. In her dream, a man with hair the color of the sun held her in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. In her dreams nothing could separate them. In her dreams, he was still alive.
The calling of the mockingbird jerked her awake, dissolving all of the pleasant dreams that she had fathomed. Pocahontas sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She blinked several times and strained to hear what sounded like a male voice calling her name. Her ears perked up at the sound of it, thinking that the impossible had occurred. However, a sheet of disappointment washed over her when she realized that it was only her father calling her.
Pocahontas rose, made her bed and went outside to answer the call. She found her father waiting patiently outside of her hut, gazing at the horizon. "Wingapo, Father." she said when she saw him. "I heard you calling me. Was there something that you needed to see me about?" Powhaton smiled at his only child. "Good morning to you as well my dear." he said, taking her hand. "Yes. I wanted to let you know that I must leave for a time with the trading company. If all goes well, I should be back within a few day's time." Pocahontas went to him then. "Be safe" she said as she hugged him. Powhaton nodded. "With all hope, I will be. I shall see you soon, my daughter."
Pocahontas waved to him as he left, then went looking for Nakoma. She felt she could use someone to talk to at this point. After searching for sometime with no success, Pocahontas retrieved her canoe and slowly paddled down the river. As she paddled, she allowed herself to dwell on the previous night's dreams. How real they had seemed, yet they were never real and she had to face the chance that they never would be. Of course she and fantasized about his return. the look on his face when he saw her again, the way he would hold her, and the way his eyes would shine when they would talk. It was all she had dreamed of in the fourteen months since he had been forced to leave.
She was so lost in her dream world that she didn't see the large rock that was quickly approaching or hear Nakoma's warning call. Only the force that came from the impact jolted her back to reality. She looked around frantically and saw Nakoma waving her arms on the bank, pointing to another large rock that was just ahead. Pocahontas thrust the paddle into the water and pushed with all the strength that she had. Her efforts were enough for the canoe turned almost one hundred eighty degrees. Knowing she had no time to waste, Pocahontas paddled with all her might against the strong current that threatened to overturn her small vessel.
When she was close enough to the shore, Nakoma rushed out to assist her friend in pulling the canoe ashore. Panting heavily, both girls collapsed on the ground, exhausted from the fight with the raging current. After a few moments, Pocahontas pushed herself up onto one elbow and stared at her friend. "Where in the world were you?" she asked. "I looked for you for almost an hour this morning." Nakoma regained her breath before answering. "I just help to save your life and all you can worry about is where I was this morning?" she teased. Pocahontas gave her a look. "I'm sorry. I needed someone to talk too and I couldn't find you." Nakoma cocked her head. "You were having those dreams again weren't you?" Pocahontas nodded. "It's so strange Nakoma. In my dreams, it feels like he's there with me, holding me in his arms. It's all so wonderful. Then I wake up and I'm alone." She shook her head. "I sound pathetic don't I?"
Nakoma shook her head. "Not pathetic. Just a woman who lost something very important to her and that is how she is dealing with it." Pocahontas smiled. "Thank you." she said. "Nakoma, do you ever think he'll return." Nakoma shrugged and a sly smile came to her lips. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Pocahontas gasped slightly. Before she could say a word, she heard the voice that had filled her dreams for the past year. "Ask me what?"
Pocahontas's head snapped up and turned in the direction of the voice. She stood to her feet, the tears welling up in her eyes as she saw her first and only love standing a mere ten feet away under the shade of the oak tree. John smiled at her as she slowly made her way over to him. Pocahontas reached out to place a hesitate hand alongside his face. "John?" she whispered. "Is it really you or am I dreaming again." John shook his head, took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "No, my love. You're not dreaming, although I must say that it does feel like one. I'm back." he said. "And I don't plan on going anywhere.
Those words were all it took. Pocahontas rushed forward at that moment, straight into his arms. The force was so great, the John stumbled backward a few steps because of it. However he quickly regained his balance and returned the embrace that was so freely given. He could feel Pocahontas shaking against him, her tears of joy soaking his clothing, yet he didn't care. All that mattered was that they were together again and could finally have a chance at a future together. He saw Nakoma slip away silently so that they could have some time alone to talk. When he felt Pocahontas relax, he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"Hush, my love." he said softly. "I'm here." "I thought you were dead." was her reply. John chuckled softly and took her face in his hands. "I'm sorry that you had to believe that. It pained me greatly to leave you before and I don't wan to put you through that again. I don't know what else to do accept apologize and hope that you can forgive me for leaving you." Pocahontas shook her head. "John, you have nothing, absolutely nothing to apologize for. You had to leave. If you didn't you surly would have died from infection. However, none of that matters now. All that matters is that you've finally come back to me. Just as I dreamed you would." John smiled, placed a finger underneath her chin, and tilted it upward to meet his lips in their first kiss since he had last left. John's hands left her face in order to encircle her waist and Pocahontas's arms found their way around his neck as the couple enjoyed their first embrace as reunited hearts.
After several moments, John broke the kiss. As he looked into her eyes, he saw his future just waiting to happen. He smiled as she took his hand and began to lead him away from the river. Yes, he was glad to be back with his friends and the woman he loved. His heart was full as he thought of their future together and everything that went with it. Today was just the beginning.