Seeing with the Heart
"Pocahontas!" Someone said as they shook her as well. "Pocahontas, hurry!"
Pocahontas's eyes flew open. What could be wrong? She sat up and looked into the worried face of Nakoma.
"What is it, Nakoma? I was sleeping like a rock!" Pocahontas complained.
"Pocahontas, come quick!" Nakoma said.
"What is it?"
"It's John!"
Pocahontas was fully awake and alert at the mention of John Smith's name. What could be wrong?
"What is it, Nakoma?"
"There was a fire in Jamestown and…I'll let Thomas tell you." Nakoma said.
Pocahontas yawned and got to her feet.
"Nakoma, tell me what's wrong!" She said.
"Pocahontas, John's hurt. You have to hurry." Nakoma said.
"Hurt?" Pocahontas demanded. She ran from the hut, and nearly slammed into more villagers, who had gathered to see what all the commotion was about. She wove her way through to Kekata's hut. If John was hurt bad enough to where they brought him to Kekata, he was hurt.
"Thomas!" She called. "Thomas!"
Thomas appeared from Kekata's hut, his face smeared with soot and ash. He had a saddened expression on his face, and Pocahontas felt her heart do a flip.
"Thomas, where's John?" She asked.
"Pocahontas, calm down. He's inside. Pocahontas, I'm so sorry."
"What do you mean 'I'm so sorry'? Thomas, what's wrong with John?" Pocahontas demanded, but her heart feared the worst.
"Pocahontas, I have no clue in the world how to tell you this." Thomas said.
"Tell me what, Thomas?" Pocahontas asked, growing impatient.
"Pocahontas, John is…" Thomas started, but faltered off.
"What?" Thomas looked up at her.
"Pocahontas, John is blind."
Everyone has full rights to kill me. But remember, things aren't always as they seem.