The story of Pocahontas with inspiration from the movie; The New World.
Disclaimer. Again not mine.
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Pocahontas crawled towards the edge of the big cliff, wanting to take a closer look at the big strange clouds that suddenly had filled the landscape. When she looked down she saw a great ship, with hundreds of men on it, but a smaller boat approached the shore and four people were in it. The strangest people. She had never seen a skin colour so pale. They were almost white. She was so fascinated by them that she almost gave herself away. Quickly remembering that she should hide, she dissappeared from the cliff to gain cover from the trees nearby. She heard them shouting to the others on the big ship, and then suddenly one of the men were climbing up the great cliff.
She pressed her back further against the great trees, not wanting to be discovered. However she couldn't help but steal a glance in the man's direction. He was so beautiful, with pale skin and golden hair which glinted in the the rays of the sun. Never before had she seen a sight more lovely, and she smiled to herself, when he suddenly turned around and headed in her direction. She pressed herself further against the trees hiding as best as she could. He was only a couple of footsteps away, when one of the other men yelled something in a strange language, and he turned around and climbed back down the cliff. She sighed in relief, and got up from where she had been sitting.
She hid in the bushes just a few feet away from the white man to get a closer look. The golden haired man talked to some of the others, but then left them. She decided to follow him, to see where he was going. He walked for a long time then stopped at the river. He washed his face a couple of times, then put on his strange hat and stood up. She hid behind the trees, but when she wanted to take another look at him, he was gone. He had to be around there somewhere, he couldn't had gone far. She climbed down the cliff she had been sitting on, and hid in the long rush to gaze upon him, but he had dissapeared. She climbed out from her hiding to sit on one of the big stones in the river, when he suddenly jumped from his hiding spot and pointed at her with a weapon, she had never seen before.
She stood up slowly looking at him intense. They stared at each other a couple of seconds, then he lowered his weapon. He seemed as fascinated by her, as she was by him. He then went into the water and moved slowly towards her, but when he came too close she got scared and took off into the woods. She could hear him yelling something at her and knew that he followed her. But she was much faster than him, knowing the forest better than him. Within minutes she reached her canoe and pushed it into the river, quickly paddling away from the river bank..
When she got to the village she met Nakoma, who was washing clothes in the river. The indian princess immediately decided not to tell her friend about the white man, knowing she could get in trouble for having spied on the new people. "There you are, what have you been up to?" the native girl asked, and Pocahontas just shrugged her shoulders. "Oh nothing, I just went to the glade to spend some time alone", she said, and Nakoma put her clothes in a basket. "Have you heard about the white people, who have camped at the great river", Nakoma asked and looked at her friend, who shook her head. "They are the strangest people with clothes that shine like the sun and with weapons that breathes fire. And then there is their skin colour. They are...white", Nakoma continued and Pocahontas looked at her with interest. "I heard all of this from Kekata, and now your father has sent out warriors to observe them" the smaller girl finished.
"I wish it was me", Pocahontas said with a dreamy expression and sat down beside her friend. "Are you mad, your father would never allow it", she said and looked at the princess with a stirn expression. "I know. It's just...they must be very interesting", Pocahontas sighed, and Nakoma shook her head. "I don't think so. They're probably thieves and murderes all of them", she said and the other girl looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh no, they're probably fascinating. It would be nice to see some other people. People who live in a country far away from here. What stories they could tell. It would be just like I have imagined", Pocahontas said and Nakoma just looked at her with a little smile. "You and your dreams", she grinned and stood up, carrying the basket back to the center of the village.