Chapter 1:
Early summer, Virginia, 1608
The sun rose in the east, just as it always did to greet the morning. The birds awoke in order to spread there promise song of the start
of the new day. All life was beginning to stir and inbrase the
beauty of the morning. So what was different?
Pocahontas lie in the arms of her new husband, just made official by
her tribe the previous evening. Her head lay on his chest, a hand
lost in his golden hair as the first raise of the morning sun peaked
it's way through the hole in there sleeping hut. Pocahontas, as it
was her custom to rise along with the sun, groaned as its light
landed on her closed eyelids. She shifted closer to him, her skin
nearly setting ablaze at his touch. Sighing, the new bride hated to
brake the moment, but knowing she must, she slowly arose and grabbed
a blanket in order to cover her naked body. Untying the leather
strings that held the flap together, she slipped out and made her way
towards the river. She allowed the blanket that Nakoma had made for
her fall to the ground and land at her feet as she stepped in to the
cooling water. She gasped as it reached her waste and then to her
chest as she allowed the rest of her to sink in to it. She smiled up
at the sun, enjoying the moment.
"Awakened by the sun my love?"
Pocahontas jumped as her husband's soft voice inquired after her.
"Yes, it's my favorite part of the day."
"Mind if I join?"
John Smith asked as his wife blushed;
"If you like," she replied as with in seconds he was beside
her in the water.
"I was disappointed to wake and find you gone, I was hoping to
repeat our actions of our wedding night," he said as Pocahontas
giggled.
"There will be plenty of time for that," she retorted as
she softly kissed him in the early morning sun.