Love and Mayhem Chapter 1 Virginian Variations
Pocahontas watched the galleon disappear. She waved a farewell, and the wind carried it to her departing love. When the ship was no longer on the horizon, she turned and returned to her people.
"This won't do at all!" Freya Amore cried. "They were in love! How could they do that?! They can't be parted!"
She pouted, then turned off the TV and booted up her laptop. She opened a word document, and began to type.
"How long until I can return?" John insisted. "I cannot live without her!"
"Not long now, John," Thomas told him. "As soon as we fit the ship out and fill up on passengers, we can go. Unless the doctor changes his mind."
"He better not," John grumbled. He couldn't wait to return to Jamestown, the New World and the most beautiful girl ever, his Pocahontas.
"We'll we're starting to settle families," Thomas reminded John. "Pocahontas will have some good English company in Jamestown."
"I was thinking…we might live halfway between the tribe and the town," John said mildly. "Get the best of both worlds."
"Sounds fine," Thomas agreed. "I'd like to get a house and farm sorted, then settle down with a girl and some little ones."
"Children," John sighed wistfully. "A little girl with my hair and a little boy with hers. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"You're hopeless, aren't you?" Thomas said fondly to his former idol.
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"I have made my decision, father," Pocahontas announced. "When the ship returns, I will seek passage to England."
"My heart is heavy, dearest daughter," Powhatan sighed. "Are you certain your path leads away from us?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "But it points to him."
"You have helped show us the path of peace," he told her. "I greatly value your guidance."
"I'm sorry," Pocahontas sighed. "My heart is also heavy. I do not want to leave our lands, but I cannot be without John. I will ask if he can return, and I will follow wherever he goes, but our paths are meant to be one."
Powhatan looked at his daughter with regret and no small measure of pride. "Do not allow your heart to be torn or your spirit crushed," he said softly. "Always be my daughter."
"Wherever I go, whichever path I tread, it started here."
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The months passed, and the ship sailed. Seasons turned, and the Powhatan prepared for the loss of their princess. At last, the day came when the wind blowing through the village carried the shouts of sailors on its salty breeze.
Pocahontas rose and ran to the river. She jumped into her canoe, and set off downstream. Through the rapids, over the waterfall; she slowly neared the river mouth. Eventually she came out into the bay, and saw the ship.
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When the ship slid into the bay by Jamestown, John hung off the figurehead to look deep into the depths of the land. The he saw the small canoe, and his beloved.
He jumped, and swam through the cool water to reach the other boat. He pulled himself up, and Pocahontas' help, was soon standing upright.
He wrapped his arms around her. "Marry me," he whispered.
"Yes, John," she replied, and pressed her lips to his.
"This won't do at all!"
Kali had only logged on to find her latest fix of blood and gore, and instead had found this outrage!
"I will end this, or my name's not Kali Mortem!"
It did not take long for John and Pocahontas to set up house. They worked the land and kept the peace. It was perfect.
Until the day Pocahontas went to see her father, and never came home.
John went straight to Powhatan when his wife went missing. "Where's Pocahontas?" he demanded.
"I have not seen my daughter for nearly a moon," Powhatan retorted. "You have kept my Pocahontas from her people, white man. Do not search here."
"She said she was coming to see you!"
"She never arrived," Powhatan said simply. "Ask your own kind. We would never hide her from her path."
John let out a harsh sigh. "Of course. If you see her…"
"Perhaps misfortune befell her," Powhatan relented. "Come, let us search the way."
The two left the village and started back to the young couple's house. They examined the ground, but there was no sign of a nasty fall or a scuffle with a bear.
There was a flash of light. A figure collapsed to the ground. John and Powhatan hurried over. It was Pocahontas!
She was mumbling incoherently. Her arms were lined with blotches. "What have your people done?" Powhatan cried.
"My people? We're nearer to your village than our town," John retorted. He scooped up Pocahontas. "I'll be taking my wife home."
Behind him, Powhatan gnashed his teeth in anger.
"Demons," Pocahontas moaned. Blue and bright yellow-green. Three eyes…demons…"
Freya wept inconsolably.
AN: Welcome, folks! First off, I know Freya and Kali are terrible writers. Aside from basic stylistic weaknesses, Freya is obsessed with love, and Kali with death, destruction, and general mayhem. Enjoy seeing them fight it out! The next chapter should be in about five weeks.
Regular readers of my works: Today I'm also updating Wayne's Boys: Family Ties and Little Bird's Vengeance.
Next week: More Family Ties, more LBV, and the next installment of the reasonably popular Death's Avenger.
Please review, you lovely people!
Until next time,
Katara