The Princess and the British Girl

Chapter 1

She was running down the lively, green forest. Her bare feet coming into contact with the soil, branches, and dead leaves of the earth. When suddenly...she stops to see an arrow spinning continuously. Until it stops. It stops to point at nothing.

She wakes up panting.

"Oh. My. What a weird dream."

The Native American girl gets up and greets her mother.

"Ah. Good morning, Santana."

"Good morning mother."

"Off to follow wherever your father goes again?"

"Yes, mom."

She was remembering her father. How tragic and unfair his death had been. Those British men who came and ruthlessly attacked, killing her father. However, her father's spirit was with her. Blowing in the wind. Now that her father had perished, it was her mother's job to take his place and become Chief of their tribe. She stepped out into the morning sun and the wind blew with the leaves and she followed her father's spirit. She followed his spirit to the cliff that overlooked the river and their tribe. As the sun shone her sun-kissed skin, her mocha-colored eyes, dark raven hair, and pink plumped lips shinned more marvelous than ever. She breathed in and took the horrifying jump only to plunge into the cool, crystal-blue water. As she swims up to the surface, she's greeted by her good friend, Quinn. Quinn was paddling on her wooden canoe.

"Geez, Santana. You scare me everytime you jump off that cliff."

"Oh suck it up, Fabray. You're such a baby."

"Figured out what that dream means yet Lopez?"

"Nope. I'm stuck Fabray."

This dream of hers had been continuous. Haunting her every night. Santana hopped on the canoe and helped Quinn paddle.

"Now look what you've done Santana. You're animal skin dress is all wet!"

She looked down at herself. Yes indeed, her cream-caramel dress was soaked.

"Well duhhh Fabray. What do you expect it to be? On fire?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and smirked all at the same time. Santana and her snarky comments, never gets old.

"I'm liking that new tattoo Santana, very nice."

She had recently gotten an orange tattoo from Kakata-the wizard of their tribe-with no special design or meaning really. An orange tattoo with upside down triangles. That's all.

"Well, I am, like, the Princess of this tribe so I do what I want. I basically rock this bitch."

"Okaaay Santana."

Said Quinn. While smirking sarcastically. They paddled, enjoying the scenery. The birds chirping and flying. The otters swimming and playing. They could hear the rush of the waterfall for miles and miles and everything just seemed perfect. When their little canoe ride was over, Quinn was already asking Santana questions. That persistent Quinn.

"So, do you think you can help me pick some corn later?"

Santana looked at the blonde's hazel eyes only to be distracted by a raccoon and a humming bird behind her.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. Uh, I have to go."

"Wait. Santana can...and she's already gone. Whatever."

Curious Santana followed the raccoon and the humming bird. They led her to her favorite Willow tree. It was her favorite because of how the long, dark green leaves and branches would act like a canopy. It was also her favorite because of it's special powers. Let's just say, it was also her grandmother.

"Oh Grandmother Lopez. How I need your help!"

"Yes, my dear child?"

"Well, I've been having this dream."

"Oh! A dream! Let me have it!"

"It starts with me running until I stop at this spinning arrow. It spins and spins and then it just stops. Pointing at nothing."

"Ah, the arrow is pointing you down your path my darling."

"But where is it pointing to Grandmother Lopez?"

"Your father had the same problem. I had told him to listen because spirits are all around you."

Santana started to listen, and the wind picked up. The wind swooned around her and her dark hair moved with it. She heard the sweet tunes of the wind and realized it was telling her that strange clouds are coming.

" They're...they're telling me that strange clouds are coming."

"Go look for the strange clouds Santana!"

And off Santana went. She saw the strange clouds the spirits were singing about. Little did she know that these strange clouds weren't clouds, they were the sails of a ship. She heard men shouting from the 'strange clouds' and sprinted towards them.

"Governor Sylvester! We've reached land!"

"Let down the anchor!"

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like the first chap theres plenty of more where that came from, oh and also give credit to my new Beta which is my sis.