Here is the sequel to 'Stealing the Heart' which was based on Aladdin. This one is based on Pocahontas. Although you don't have to read the first one in order to understand this one, check it out, if you like this kind of style.

Obviously a few factors have changed in this story compared to the original disney movie. John Smith is Arthur Pendragon. Merlin is Pocahontas but is still a guy. His tribe are a group of sorcerers. The rest will be decided as I write =) It won't be exactly like the film but some aspects will be taken from it.

Enjoy and R&R.

Chapter One

The New Arrivals

Arthur's feet landed on the soft soil of the new land and he gazed at the surrounding trees. It had taken them days to sail here, many nights Arthur had thought they'd never see land and now that they were actually here, he couldn't wait to start exploring. No one had ever been here. Who knew what was beyond those trees. There was only one way to find out.

"You look like a child who's about to open some presents, excited to get exploring?" Arthur turned to see Lancelot stepping off the long boat to join him on solid ground. "You know that we're not allowed to just go off without telling anyone. Especially you. Besides, we need to set up for the night."

"Where's your sense of adventure? Think about it Lancelot, we could go out there and be back before the sun set. No one would notice. They'll all be too busy running around and setting up camp, two people going missing won't make a difference." Taking a few steps forward, Arthur took a deep breath and felt the excitement rise in him.

"Come on Arthur, it can wait one night. Ratcliffe will be furious if he found out we'd gone off without permission."

Rolling his eyes at how obedient Lancelot was being, he tried to ignore the urge to do what he wanted and turned to face the approaching long boats. The men were coming ashore so they could help pull the main ship onto shallower waters. Anything would be more interesting than that in Arthur's opinions.

"Give us a hand Arthur!"

Sighing in defeat, he walked over to the line of men and took the end of the rope. It was going to be a long day.

"Merlin! Your Father has returned! You better get down here," Will yelled from the small boat he sat in.

Glancing over the edge of the ledge he stood upon, the young sorcerer looked down at his friend who had been waiting for a while now, desperate to get back in time to meet the people who would be returning home today. Merlin on the other hand wanted to stay up here forever.

At least up here he was free to be whoever he wanted to be. Down there, with his tribe, he was restricted to the rules that dictated his entire life. Do this Merlin. Do that Merlin. He felt like he was being pulled in so many directions that he couldn't decide what path he wanted to take. It didn't help that his Father was the leader of the tribe. No one went against him and Merlin was expected to do the same.

"Merlin!"

"I'm coming," Merlin muttered and lifted his hand in front of him. None of them understood what it was like to be so different. They all had magic, that's what brought them together, yet none of them had the amount of power Merlin had. It took so much effort to hide it all, to restrict what magic he showed and to make people think he was just some simple fool. If they had any idea what he could do, who knew what they'd do, probably use him to defend their home.

"I'm leaving without you!" Will yelled.

Let him leave. See if that made any difference to his Father. Merlin doubted he would even notice if he was there when returning and greeting the people of the tribe. Ever since his Mother died a few months ago, nothing had been the same. Merlin couldn't even remember the last time he had spent quality time with his Father without talk about the tribe and where their next meal was from. There was more to life than just … surviving.

Walking back away from the ledge, Merlin hoped that one day things would change, that he'd get the chance to leave this land and find adventure. There had to be more to life than this. Everyday he woke up and was expected to go out and bring back food, and to make sure the surrounding land was untouched by attackers. The only time Merlin had any fun was when he went out like this with Will. When he could be himself.

Turning on the spot, he set off at a fast run and went straight for the ledge. Moments later he was flying through the air as he leapt off the cliff, his arms spread to the side and his eyes closed as his body began to fall. If only his magic gave him the ability to fly. Then everything would be solved.

"Merlin!" Will yelled and he opened his eyes to see the water was fast approaching him. It was tempting not to use magic. To let his body smash into the water and kill him almost instantly. However he could never do that to Will. His best friend had lost his parents around the same time Merlin had lost his Mother and he had no one. He depended on Merlin more than he let on and if Merlin died, it wouldn't be long until Will did something stupid to get himself killed.

"Áwerian," the word left his lips as easily as his native language did and upon impact of the water, his body was surrounded with a thin layer of protection. Diving into the water, he broke the surface and looked over at Will who had waited. "I thought you were leaving."

"And leave you here to do something idiotic? Never. Were you even going to protect yourself if I hadn't of called your name?" Merlin shrugged and grabbed the side of the boat, then pulled himself in with a bit of help from Will. "What were you doing up there anyway?"

"Thinking."

"Well that's a first," Will teased and looked down at the boat. "Gelác." Both boys waited for the boat to move and Merlin tried to hide his look of pity as Will attempted to do the spell again. Will wasn't the strongest of sorcerer's, he often found the simplest of spells difficult and tried not to perform magic in front of people. As a child he'd been teased about it. "Gelác!"

"Will-"

"Gelác!"

Reaching out, Merlin rested his hand against his arm and stole his attention away from the spell he was trying to cast. "You should save your energy. There will be a feast tonight and you know might want to save your magic to impress someone."

"If I can't even move a boat, how the hell can I impress a girl? No one would want me."

"Don't-" His voice was cut off as a loud bang echoed through the forest and the birds flew into the sky from the shock. Merlin looked towards the source of the sound and felt his heart stop in his chest as he waited for something to happen. Anything.

"We should head back," Will muttered and whispered the spell with more haste. The boat came to life and began heading for shore, Merlin on the other hand couldn't help but want to go towards the sound. Whatever had made that sound was not something he'd ever heard before. Something strange was going on and he intended to find out.

Twirling a knife in his hands, Arthur stared at the small fire he sat around with his friends and made a small noise now and again to make them think he was listening. How could they just sit there? Talking about things back home when there was an entirely new land out there to explore. Anything could be out there to discover. Even if it wasn't the gold they'd come here to find.

"Were you seriously the one to shoot that gun when taking them off the ship?" Lancelot asked Gwaine.

"Who else? Thought I'd let the natives know we were here."

"Natives?"

"Haven't you heard of them?" Gwaine asked and all of them shook their heads. Even Arthur began to listen to what he had to say. "It is said these lands are filled with people who can do things none of us could ever imagine. No one dares to attack them in fear that they'll come back wrong. For the natives can make you less than human. They'll change parts of you so that your own people won't take you back. It's why we're the first to come here. We're the only ones stupid enough to attempt."

"How do we know there are any if no one has ever been here?" Arthur asked.

"It's just what I've heard. They're just stories. I bet the natives are harmless and haven't even touched a gun." Gwaine slid to the floor and leant back against the log, his hands going behind his head as he relaxed. "I invite them to even try to change me. I haven't had a good fight in ages."

"Except with your mother!"

They laughed as Gwaine kicked Lancelot in his side and Arthur got to his feet, no longer finding them interesting. He wanted to explore and no one was going to stop him. Grabbing his gun, he made sure no one was watching and slipped out through the fence they'd built to surround the camp. It certainly helped that it was night and the darkness kept him from being seen from anyone who happened to be glancing around.

Arthur wasn't even interested in what was around him, he just had to get out of there, the same people day in, day out, was beginning to bore him. Their conversations were repetitive and none of them treated him as an equal. Especially with the threat of his Father looming over their heads. Just because his Father was the King didn't mean they couldn't treat him like one of the guys, he wouldn't report back to Uther, they barely talked anyway.

Pushing back a tree branch, he slowed his pace down and avoided stepping on anything that looked unstable. So far all he had been greeted with was trees, no water, no open land, nothing. Maybe this entire land was covered in a forest. His Father would soon change that. The moment he found out no one lived here, homes would be built and he'd start moving businesses to set up here as people began to commute here. It was a pity, there was such little nature back home that to see all this was a nice change.

The sound of something moving broke the silence of the forest and Arthur ducked behind a bush as he drew his gun, pointing it forward as he tried to spot where noise had come from. Yet nothing moved. It was as if the trees were the cause as the branches above him began to move more than before. As he waited, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his breathing slowed as if that would disguise him better against the shrubbery. Why on earth had he come out without backup? No one would have any idea where to look if they noticed he'd gone missing.

Keeping his gun in a firm grip, Arthur crept forward and frowned as the leaves of the plants around him brushed against his face. Just what he needed right now. Spotting some rocks nearby, he picked up his pace and pressed his back to them. Without seeing it, he knew the source of the sound was just around the corner, he could even hear the sound of water falling too.

You can do this. You are the Prince of England. Nothing scares you.

So why was sweat dripping from his skin as he turned his body to peer around the corner. Holding his breath, he waited to see a beast of some kind that would eat him for dinner and that he could go back and tell everyone about. He wasn't going to be killed tonight. Not when he hadn't even been given the chance to truly explore this land.

Except it wasn't a beast he saw. It was a man.

He was standing there silently, staring at the water surrounding the stone he stood on and Arthur found himself stepping out into the open to see clearer. Was this one of the natives Gwaine had been talking about? He didn't look so dangerous. His body was tall and thin, the clothes he wore were old, there was no sign of a weapon on him and Arthur didn't feel a dangerous aura coming from him. In fact, it was more sad then anything.

"Díepe árísan," Arthur barely heard the words before he saw a sight that no one would ever believe back at camp.

As the man raised his hand in front of him, small balls lifted from the surface of the water and began to surround him. Each ball contained swirling water that seemed to glow against the dark night. As one raised near the man's face, Arthur's eyes widened as the small light provided from the ball gave him the ability to see who he watched, every detail.

He looked around Arthur's age, maybe a little younger, and yet so much wisdom seemed to fill his eyes. Two eyes that were so blue that they put the colour of the ocean to shame. A twinkle in his eye increased as the amount of balls increased. His jet black hair fell across his forehead and stuck out at random places on his head, like he didn't even take care of it. Arthur's Father would kill him if Arthur ever went out with messy hair. They had to keep up appearances after all.

Arthur studied the man's obvious cheekbones, they were so prominent that it showed just how thin the boy was, as if he hadn't eaten properly in weeks. He on the other hand often left his plate half filled with food as he found that he no longer had the appetite. Gaius often told him that it wasn't good for him as he needed the energy but Arthur paid no attention.

However he knew that if he was ever in the presence of this one man, his entire attention would be on him. Especially if he did something like he was doing now. Arthur was so mesmerised from the scene, that he didn't notice the twig near his foot and as he stepped forward, it snapped and got the attention of the native.

Instantly the balls of water fell and they were plunged into darkness, only the light of the moon giving him the ability to see the outline of the man. Neither spoke as they stood there. Both trying to work out what the other was going to do. Gwaine could be wrong. What if the natives were friendly and could help them search for the gold? It meant that things could get a lot easier for his men if they didn't have to spend the next few weeks digging places that contained nothing in the ground.

"Hello, I'm Arthur." He introduced himself and took a step forward, however he noticed the man look towards the gun in his hand, his entire body looking tense and Arthur knew he was about to bolt. "I mean you no harm," he quickly stated and set the gun down on the floor. Kicking it to the side so he couldn't reach it. A little tension left the native and Arthur kept going, his feet submerging in the water, not caring that he was soaking his only pair of boots.

"What are you called?" Arthur asked and reached the edge of the stone the man stood upon. He looked down at the Prince, curiosity in his gaze as well as fear, for someone who looked so weak, he was brave. "Do you understand me?" That was something he hadn't thought of, not everyone spoke English, for all he knew this man was laughing at him because of his stupidity not to think of language barriers. "Do. You. Speak. English?" He tried speaking slower.

Still nothing.

"Say something would you? I feel like a prat standing here whilst you-" suddenly he was thrown from the water and onto the ground where he had been stood before. Pushing himself up, he went to approach the man again except a wall of water shot up from the water's edge and created a barrier between them. Arthur couldn't even stop the man from running as he saw the shadow move from where he'd been standing. Perfect. The natives knew they were here and Arthur had just made a prat out of himself. Just another day in Arthur Pendragon's life.