Chapter 2

The whole tribe was sorting out the feast for tonight, as for Pocahontas she wasn't to help even if she asked but they didn't need her. She didn't even fit in with the other children, so she decided to head off in a cannon to row down in the river, before Meeka jumped in with her and Flit was flying above them. Hoping no one from the tribe will tell her to get out of the cannon as a few were overprotective, but then all of them will be busy getting the feast ready for tonight. Pocahontas pushed the cannon off the land side and jumped in fast before it began floating down the river.

The river was calm and at a median speed level, but had the fats winds pushing it, Pocahontas row down by an oar pushing the cannon faster in the river, they row past an otter as it was building its home made of sticks attached by mud as it's home was blocking an f for a small river. Pocahontas shouted hello to the otter and spotted its young cubs swimming in the river, jumping over and diving back in the water. Then, Pocahontas saw two deer, a beautiful doe and its young fawn eating the green grass near the edge of the river.

Right around the corner, ahead Pocahontas spotted a steep end at the end knowing there was fast rapids down that way. Pocahontas smiled for her taste of an adventure, she warned Meeka to hold on to something tight, but his curiosity ignored Pocahontas' warnings and crawled up to the front of the cannon. Pocahontas lets Meeko be and thought if he gets wet that's his problem. They were coming close to the edge of the falls, Pocahontas could feel the front side of the cannon lifting off untouched by the river, only by the breezy air. Once it was getting to the median, Pocahontas could just see a glimpse of the deep drop over the edge as a trilling feeling starting to flow fast through her veins like the river current ahead.

The cannon was losing it's balance off from the river, at that moment the cannon finally let itself dropped down but for Pocahontas it felt slower as she placed the oar in between her legs and reached her arms out like a bird starting to take off and fly. The cool, breezy air pushed pass her face and splashed tiny drops of water onto the bottom surface of her arms. The cannon dived down from the front to the back creating a huge splash at the front for Meeko to get wet in, while Pocahontas laughed. Pocahontas rowed her oar turning and swerving from side to side, so they wouldn't get hit by some small rocks or ending up in a whorl pools from the side. Pocahontas yelled out in excitement, she rowed around through the fast current while rising her arms out wide, so she could still feel like she's flying like a bird.

Sadly, the fast ride had to end, Pocahontas row gently on the calm river she has now entered. Ahead was a large willow tree with its long branches stretching out and its lines hanging down with the leaves covering the sight inside like a cocoon. Pocahontas rowed inside moving the hanging veins to the side, the leaves covered the sun's light from the outside, so it was quite dark from the inside. The greenish air grew Pocahontas' suspicious about her surroundings, the wind was only sound as it blows the veins side to side like they were dancing around the tree. She rowed the cannon in a small gap to land then climbed out to the top of a large, flat, smooth surface of another willow tree from its lower side steadily sliced off the whole top side. Pocahontas stood on the centre scanning and listening of her surroundings, Meeka was by her feet and Flit flew on a small branch inside of the cocoon tree.

"Grandmother Willow?" Pocahontas asked as she looks around the edges of the willow tree infront of her, "It's Pocahontas."

From the bright corner of the willow tree, a wrinkled hand shifted from the side of the tree to the open air. Imagining a small body walking closer through the dancing veins, a woman walked in slowly. A red and orange band wrapped around her grey hair as the band held a golden-brown feather of a bald eagle. The clothing Grandmother Willow was wearing were old and wrinkled as her skin was, her gentle eyes smiled at the sight of her youngest, wild granddaughter. A steady path was there easily for Grandmother Willow to walk over and hugged Pocahontas.

They both settled down as Grandmother Willow started, "How there hild, look how much you have grown? You have followed the wind, I knew that you were coming to visit me today. Oh, and look! You're mother's neckless."

Pocahontas looked at the blue neckless knowing how proud she is of wearing such a treasure of her mother for herself, Grandmother Willow, her farther, her family, and the whole tribe. "Grandmother Willow, father has return."

"I know. I felt the drums banging on the surface of the water" Grandmother Willow pointed to the still surface of the water underneath the large roots of the tree.

"And, Matachanna is going to marry Kocoum" Pocahontas added.

"Kocoum?" Grandmother Willow was surprised, "But such serious always comes first from him."

"I know" Pocahontas laughed, happy that Grandmother Willow agrees with her.

Then, Grandmother Willow changed her sight to Pocahontas, "Something is bothering you child?"

Pocahontas didn't want to say but her face expression was still proving that Grandmother Willow was right. "Do I have to grow up to be like Matachanna?"

"You want to marry a Kcoum?"

"No! I mean, do I have to go down that path. I want to explore and have adventures, instead of living day by day waiting for some handsome sturdy husband who will build some handsome sturdy wall." Pocahontas dramatically said.

Grandmother Willow laughed to herself, "You are just like your mother; spiritual, wild, dreamy and out-spoken."

Pocahontas grew a small smile knowing how close she is to her mother, for she didn't know what her mother may looked like, but she could always look at her reflection to know. Grandmother Willow reached her hand out to raised Pocahontas' check high looking proud and strong. Then, Grandmother Willow added, "When I look at you, I see her. And for one, I loved to listen to your dreams you have every night."

Which reminded Pocahontas of the wield dream she had, "Yes, I remember, there was one from last night. It was a spinning arrow. But I don't know what it means?"

"A spinning arrow, um?" Grandmother Willow wondered, "First, the sticks that shoot out quick stars, next a shiny rock in a strange shape, then strange clouds. They could mean something for you to where your path leads to."

"But, how can I find my path?"

"I can't find that out, it must be only you, child" Grandmother Willow softly shut Pocahontas' eyes and told her to just listen.

Pocahontas did and tried to listen clearly of everything, but all she could was Flit and the birds tweeting, the frogs croaking, Meeko rubbing his claws on the flat surface of the tree. The sounds were only giving her an annoy headache as she stops and whines about how it doesn't, but Grandmother Willow was only listening to her silently while smiling. Suddenly, Pocahontas stopped whining when she saw outside through the gaps of the dancing vines, she noticed like the entire sky is covered in white. Pocahontas couldn't get a great view of what was happening to the sky, so she climbed up the tall willow tree to get a better view from the top, meanwhile Grandmother Willow was still smiling at her young, wild granddaughter. Finally, Pocahontas made it top then her eyes were wide with a great surprised just hit at her face.

"What do you see child?" Grandmother Willow asked loudly from below.

"Clouds!" Pocahontas gave at simple answer before thinking that they were like in her dreams, "Very strange cloud!"

Those clouds long and wide, each were flat as a leave, in the median of them were point of out wide like creating itself a basket. Pocahontas didn't know what was happening but her adventurous curiosity increase high like a mountain She rushed down to the bottom and was about to jump in her cannon when she noticed that Grandmother Willow was holding a cheeky smile with one of her eyebrows high.

Pocahontas said nervously, "You're not going to tell father, are you?"

Grandmother Willow walked up to Pocahontas and laid her hand on Pocahontas' side of her face, she still held her cheeky smile, "He's not my son, so why should I have to tell him everything?"

Pocahontas hugged Grandmother Willow not only as a goodbye, but as a thank you for your trust. Pocahontas jumped in her cannon along with Meeko, she shouted, "I will promise that I will be safe."

"Safe is a hard place to find" Grandmother Willow replied, "But be careful."

"Alright. I will promise that I will be careful" Pocahontas shouted just before she rowed herself out of the cocoon tree, while Grandmother Willow secretly prayed to the spirits and to her daughter to look out for her little Pocahontas.

Hey guys, how are you doing? For this second chapter, it's short but you'll probably know what could happen in the next chapter. So, in this, Grandmother Willow is part of a spirit tree like in the animated film because I'm trying to make a bit more realistic so it's link to the real life of Pocahontas, but also link to the Disney version.

See you in the next chapter!