A/N:

Well, after watching the movie Pocahontas recently, I got the idea to write this fanfic. Hope all of you guys(hard for me not to put ya'll..) like this. Please leave a review.

Prologue

Her feet pound the earth as she races through the trees. Following close behind her is small teen. Her long dark hair lashes at the air as she continues, never breaking stride even as her feet skim over sharp jutting stones. Her skin is a light red and her eyes are a glowy brown. What she wears is dress like and made of buffalo hide.

The teen behind her has sky blue eyes which are wide and filled with curiosity and fear. He falls only a small pace behind her. He looks only a bit different from the girl ahead of him. His shoulder length hair a dirty blonde and skin tanned only a little from running in the sun. His clothes are a buffalo hide top and bottoms. He wears no shoes.

The girl leaps up onto a branch suddenly, dragging herself utop it. The teen quickly follows, jumping and forcing his small body onto girl continues climbing higher and higher until she is at the top. The blue eyed boy climbs up beside her, the wind gently blowing each of their faces.

The six teen year old girl's eyes widen in confusion. Huge cloud like things blow gently in the breeze, a blue, red, and white item is above the other cloth items. She looks down just a little to see tree brown planks constructing a strange ship somehow drifting across the gently lapping waves of the ocean. The men seem unfazed by this, only looking and pointing at the trees upon the beautiful land.

The small teen tilts his head curiously. What the heck is that thing? He wonders as he tries to get a closer look. But he gets too close to the edge and as he's about to fall off, the girl catches him, straightening him back up. She looked at him. "Be more careful, Eagle," she gently scolded. 'Eagle' nods and stands on his feet, easily keeping balance.

"Who do you think they are?" Eagle asked the taller girl, looking up to her. "Pocahontas?"

Pocahontas looks down at him. She answers him truthfully. "I don't know, Eagle." She casts her gaze back to the men now exiting the big boat, hollering in excitement and happiness.

Whoever they are, Eagle can feel great change is upon the land.

England joins his men in the excited hollering, stretching his legs after the long voyage of four months on the cursed sea. He lets his emerald green eyes look around him, loving the beauty that surrounds him. He had missed the thick trees for the longest time, wishing to have them back. But he also feels need grow inside him as he looks down at the rumoured to have riches of gold underneath it ground. He wants it so bad.

This is the perfect place for Great Britain to claim. And that is why he stabs the flag into the ground beside him.

A/N: Ok, so that's the prologue. If I get enough reviews/faves, then I'll continue posting the story. If not, then I'll just keep it to myself.

And, why I made Pocahontas sixteen is because I don't know her true age and that's how old she looked. If anyone knows her real age, please tell me. That would be helpful.