Once Upon A Time: Heart Lonely as the Huntsman
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this is a new story that I am about to embark. I am pretty sure I will continue my last story [check on my profile if you are a teen wolf lover] when the new season comes up. for now, enjoy. P.S. this is based from the middle and ending of season one so please spare.
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The wind grew stronger blowing through my face as I ran even faster past the forest. I could not wait to see him. I needed to. As soon as the clearing opened more, the more anxious I got to see him. However, he wasn't there. I hesitated a little to my disbelief.
"John?" I called out, "John, where are you?"
I began looking past the trees and behind the waterfall wall. There was no sight of him. I continued to call out his name but there was no answer.
Maybe he's just late, I thought, the forest can be a little too big to explore. But, we've been here too many times for the past month. How could he have finally forgotten where this place was?
I looked at the letter once again. I read it over once more:
Pocahontas,
I have exciting news that I will be returning back, to see you once more before my next journey to new lands. I'm still saddened that your decline still stands but so does my offer. You may change your mind whenever you wish and join me. I will be arriving soon before the sun sets. Meet me at our usual spot.
Sincerely,
John Smith
I sighed and sat on a rock beside the waterfall. My finger touches the wall and I watch the water part in two ways like the river. Rays from the sun kisses my skin gradually as the sun begins to set. My lips pursed into a line as I watched the sun cascade down the earth, letting the night engulf the sky.
Maybe this was a mistake. Finally, I got up and ran home.
Once I returned, I was greeted by my best friend. She hugged me tightly and for a rather long time. I chuckled, "What's wrong, Nakoma? Did you really miss me that much?"
She shook her head, not going along with my friendly joke. Instead, she said, "It's John Smith… He's dead."
Suddenly, it felt as my heart broke into two. It was as if the crack was heard very loudly because Nakoma narrowed her eyes even more than when she first saw me. The pit of my stomach became very steep as tears started to prickle in my eyes.
"How did you find out?" I croakily asked.
Nakoma turns around and beckons to Thomas, John Smith's best friend and a current merchant near the castle. He takes off his hat and bows his head slightly to me. He then spoke, "I'm so sorry, Pocahontas. He was killed by the queen Regina. She apparently beheaded him."
"Did you see his beheading?" my voice rose as it cracks more. I could not even bear anyone watching him die, especially since his head was being sliced into two.
Thomas shook his head quickly as he rose his hands in surrendering truth, "No! No, it just has been news spreading since he could not fulfill a duty of The Queen's."
"And, what was that duty he could not 'fulfill'?" I asked in anger. It was not possible that John failed. His mind was always filled with work, working for the satisfaction of no one's but himself and others he cared about it. He may not really show it because of his platonic mind, but he does indeed have a heart. So if he failed, that was because he did not want to succeed.
"He could not bring back Snow White's heart."
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hope you guys like it so far! I know it may be confusing, but considering if you read the plot of this story and the story's info, I think you know who John Smith might really be. Favorite and Follow!
