Chapter 7

Today with sunny and calm, Pocahontas was out in the core felids with her older sister, Matachanna with other girls collecting the fresh cores. The hot sun above in the sea-blue sky didn't make a single sweat falling down on the girl's forehead, as they pull out all fresh, yellow cores and threw them into their straw baskets. Matachanna was talking with her friends who were around her age, however for the younger girls around Pocahontas' age didn't talk to Pocahontas much as they still believe she's an old one. The girls didn't like Pocahontas for she acts like a tom-boy, but Pocahontas didn't really care as she thinks they about boring stuff. Later during the morning, Powhatan arrived walking through the core field and Pocahontas and Matachanna were the first ones to greet him.

"You girls should not be out here alone" Powhatan said.

"We are almost done father" Matachanna noted.

"Besides, what kind of dangers do we expect to come in these fields" Pocahontas joked thinking of her father being over protective.

However, Pocahontas noticed her father was showing a still, hard look on his face knowing that something true is what he's trying to hold back. Quickly, Powhatan changed the subject as he walks over to Pocahontas and gently touch Pocahontas' blue necklace, "You look much like your mother" which made Pocahontas smiled.

Then Powhatan raised up to face Matachanna, "So do you my child" Powhatan softly touches the side of Matachanna's check as Matachanna smiled as well, "And her independence."

Powhatan soon left the fields to check around the village and leaving the girls back to finish their jobs to collect the rest of the cores. Once the girls finished, without Matachanna looking as she was continuing talking to her friends, Pocahontas secretly placed all of the cone she collected into Matachanna's basket, so Pocahontas will only have to give back the basket and she can walk up to see John Smith. After Pocahontas successful placed all of the cores in the basket, Pocahontas turned around slowly and walked away quietly to get out of the field.

"Pocahontas!" Matachanna's loud voice yelled out which made Pocahontas freeze like a cold tree as the little child slowly turn her head to face Matachanna. Matachanna walked over with her basket filled with core showing infront, Matachanna asked in a strict tone, "Did you put your cores into my basket?"

"No" Pocahontas lied.

"Don't lie!" Matachanna placed the basket down and folded her arms across over her chest, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"To… to see… Grandmother Willow" Pocahontas pursed at the start then quickly answered from the top of her head.

"Why?" Matachanna questioned.

"Why can't I? She's an old woman, she might not have enough time left" Pocahontas excused. "Well, see you later!" Pocahontas rushed through the field so there Matachanna won't have enough time asked Pocahontas again about where she's going, but Matachanna eyed at Pocahontas as she keeps her suspicious for her little sister.

Pocahontas finally got herself out of the core field and ran down through the village, everyone spotted her running as fast as the wind, but Pocahontas ignored them. Feeling the cool wind blowing her along down the grassy path as her small feet feel the Erath's rough surface and the smooth, green grass. The wind was blowing the small parts of her black just above her ears and at the front blowing down infront of her eyes. Pocahontas' shoulders were moving back and forth making her two, small ponytails bouncing up and down behind her neck. On her way, a small fawn ran along the side so Pocahontas decided to test her speed and tried to beat the fawn. Nearly reaching the same as their feet banging softly on the ground where else Pocahontas' feet were banging hard, like creating the perfect sound of drums banging together with a sound and hard beat. At the end, the fawn ran off in a different director and Pocahontas declare herself as the winner as she continues running down through the glittery, green forest getting closer to the Englishmen territory.

At the territory, most of the men were up awake with a few out on the watch while others were digging up more holes in another area. John was laying by the side of the wooden walls as he waits by the edge of the small entrance, he had his bag with books he thought would be easy and good to show Pocahontas. Although he was exciting to see Pocahontas again, he was however nervous for how the other men in the camp are feeling for her presence, especially Ratcliffe. He only secretly wished that no one knew about Pocahontas yet, and she is still young to understand why. John looks back at the camp where some men where at their fireplaces cooking their breakfast, a few of them stare at John with unpleasure looks on their faces. John couldn't stand with the staring, so he decided to walk out through the walls, and stand by a tree closer by to wait.

However, it wasn't long before John could small running sounds like soft drumming which brought music to his ears and small smile on his face. John walk up before meeting with Pocahontas, he told her that they should stay by the river where the huge tree stands. Pocahontas asked why they couldn't stay by in his camp, John only answered that it's too noisy to stay. They finally reached by the huge tree and sat down on the silky, green grass, John thought of teaching Pocahontas more of his language. He took out one of his books with spare pages for him to write the alphabet, he pointed to each letter and sounded them, and Pocahontas tried to repeat back the sounding, it was hard but Pocahontas successful corrected as she was interested in the lesson. Once Pocahontas could understand the sounding of most of the letters in the alphabet, John decided to teach Pocahontas some small words with only two and three letters in. Most words that John could draw on the blank papers in his book, so it would easy for Pocahontas to remember the sounding of the word.

Pocahontas practised some words togethers, "Eyes. Soul."

"You know, there is saying that 'Eyes are the windows of the soul" John explained. He repeated again but in a shorter way, he pointed to his eyes then to his chest, "Eyes, to the soul."

"I, see, your soul" John pointed to his eyes then to Pocahontas' chest. He smiled as he sees a brave, kind soul within the young child and Pocahontas smiled back.

They continued practising a few words, but Pocahontas tried 'mer' but she spoke it in the soundings of each letter, "M-e-r."

"No, it's 'mer'" John corrected.

"Why?" Pocahontas questioned as she bends her head to the side.

John didn't know how the answer because he didn't know why either, it was just how it sounded since the beginning. John tried to find an example to explain about the word, and so he did, "It's like…" he snapped his fingers to get the idea into his words, "…a mermaid."

Pocahontas looked surprised as she has never heard of that word before, "Mer… maid?"

"Yes, they're… um" John laid his legs flat on the grass and placed them together with his feet pointing his toes to different directors, "The top half is human, but their bottom half is fish" he moved his legs up and down.

Pocahontas widen her eyes with wonder thinking what a creature from how John describes it may look like. John and the new strangers were the first, new creature Pocahonas has ever seen in her lift, so she wouldn't doubt that a "mer-maid" could exist. Pocahontas asked John, "John seen one?"

"Well, I thought did once" John answered, "On our travels here, I was on the edge of the ship and there I thought I saw a woman under the water. She had green hair like the grass, but then suddenly she disappeared in a blink of an eye."

Pocahontas and John stare out at the calm river wondering if a "mer-maid" lives under the sparkly surface of the river, the Pocahontas thought of a name, "Quiyoughcohannock Mer-maid."

John laughed thinking it wasn't a bad name, then he thought of how the Englishmen would have named it, "The Jamestown Mermaid."

By the side of Pocahontas, a fall small branch cover with green leaves, then she caught a fun idea. Pocahontas pointed at the river as a distraction, "Lathuso Utatia Norwottuck!"

Unexpectedly for John, Pocahontas got up and rush towards the river and dive into the deep end of the river. A panic shock hit John hard as he raised up and rushed over the side of the river, he scanned around the surface covered with growing circles of ripples, so he couldn't see Pocahontas under water. "Pocahontas!" he yelled while scanning again around the surface even off far in a distance in case Pocahontas swam off under water, but there was still no sign of her. Thinking she got herself hurt under water, John quickly untied his boots and threw them to the side then took his top. He was about the dive until he ears caught the sound of low breathing and water dripping soft down onto the ground. John turned his head to look behind but the only sight he could see was a creature with green hair covering most of it's face. Scaring the life right out of his body John moved back but forgetting that he was standing on the edge of the river and his feet suddenly cracked the edges which brought his whole body back and splashed into the river. John quickly swam above the surface to catch his breathe from that unforeseen attack behind him.

Suddenly, John heard not a frightening roar from the creature but a loud, childish laughter on the edge of the river. He soon noticed the green hair was only leaves as it was removed even from the face and the face of Pocahontas with her eyes close, her wet hair all soaked, and her mouth wide open as she continues crying out her laughter. Realising that Pocahontas slyly swam to the shore and creeped up behind John with the green leave from the fallen branch to use a s green like how John describe the "mer-maid." John made an unbelievable look on his face as he shook his head from side to side, his stares tells that he was it serious thinking she was actually in trouble, but behind his eyes shows a small smile as it was funny. John swam to the side and tried to climb up over the wall, he reached his hand out asking for Pocahontas help to pull him over. When their hands touch John had a tight grip around her wrist and pulled her over the edge and splashed into the water. John laughed for payback with Pocahontas looking with a competitive stare and a cheeky smile on her face. Pocahontas splashing John while he was climbing himself over the edge, Pocahontas quickly bowled some water into her water before John pulled her out of the water. Pocahontas laid on the ground facing upwards at John looking down at her, then she did the final splash as she spit out the water from her mouth and splashed it at John's face and he laughed happily.

Shortly after they dried themselves, Pocahontas sat by the huge tree and laying on it's rough wood skin. She looks at John while he was standing up trying to put his light blue button shirt back on as she could see his face filled with joy as John still had some laughter within him. The way John smiles happily, Pocahontas could see like it was his first time in a while that he had fun. John notices Pocahontas stare and asked, "What is it?"

Pocahontas tried to ask in English, she started, "Joy. Soul" then pointed at John's chest.

John thinks that she is asking him is he is happy, he pointed to his chest, "I am happy with you."

Pocahontas was wondering more about his life back in London, so she pointed out across the sea and said, "London?"

Now, John understands that she was asking his happiness in London, John walked over and sat next to Pocahontas and answered, "Yes, you could say I was happy there." Pocahontas bends her heads meaning she wanted to know more, so John continued but he was look unprepared to answer like he had never talked to anyone about this before. "I… lived in London, then around sixteen" he counted the numbers of his fingers to show to Pocahontas, so she could understand, "I left to travel."

"Why?" Pocahontas wondered.

John paused, "Well, my father died then, so it was a perfect time for me to leave."

"Mother?" Pocahontas questioned.

John paused longer as he rubbed his fingers together hard, "She was better to be alone."

Pocahontas looked surprised wondering why John would leave his mother, he never answered, but then Pocahontas look down as she asked herself 'would she leave father to explore?' She looks back at John as he soon tells her the story of his adventure on his travels, "That then, I joined a war. My first fight in a war. Against a people called the Spaniards. After that, that's when I decided I want to continue exploring across the sea, the Mediterranean. It was a huge sea, believe me"

John bended on of her knees up and rested his arm on top, while continued tell his story, "After, I joined another war when I was… oh… around twenty?" John again counted the numbers of his fingers, "I met someone named Michael. He was a good man, like a brother." John suddenly paused to take a deep breathe in before he continued, "Unfortunately, he didn't survive the war, 'Michael the Brave' that is what we called him." John easy covered his sorrow unhide the look on his face but Pocahontas spotted a glimpse of sadness in the corner of his eyes.

John continued, "Later on in my life, I continued travelling around. The world was the bigger than you thought. I did some fights against warriors." John pitted up the fall branch and did some trick on it to show Pocahontas what he meant, "I was then named as the Prince of Transylvania. Not a bad place. Soon, I was captured and sold into slavery, then send as gift to a Greek mistress. She fancied me." John huffed with a small smiled, remembering how beautiful she was and their small affair bloom bright like Romeo and Juliet, but then his smile suddenly disappeared slowly. "However, I… couldn't stay in one place for some long, so there I was again, traveling, exploring" he added positivity, "It was great."

John looks at Pocahontas hoping to see a wide smile from hearing his exciting adventures, but all there was eyes filled with compassion for the lonely man as she disagrees with everything he hopes she was reacting to be. Then Pocahontas bends her head and finally asked, "Worth it?" John's mouth was empty and dry as a swallow, dry well, he had nothing to answer, then he replied, "My mother? My friend? My love? All of them, I had to move on."

"Where?" Pocahontas questioned.

John paused as he looks down, "I don't know yet. I didn't really belong anywhere."

Pocahontas' eyes rolled down as she thought of an idea, she looks up to John, "Here?"

John looks back at Pocahontas and couldn't see a small, simple joke hidden within the question knowing of how the little child was asking that question honestly. John was about to answer a simple 'no' but something made him stop and the word suddenly dried itself into nothingness, something he felt for little Pocahontas. The only word that came out as his answer, "Maybe?" which grew a small smile on Pocahontas' face.

John wanted to change the subject and asked, "What was that you said earlier? Lath… Lathuso… something, something?"

Pocahontas pointed at the centre of the river, John guested, "The middle of the river?"

Pocahontas picks up the fallen stick and draw a straight line in the ground, making an example of a small river, she pointed to the two sides, "Anger and hate on sides" then she pointed to the centre of the line, "Safe place, no hate or anger."

"So that's why you like rivers?" John asked, thinking it's like what he has been doing his entire life-time, traveling across seas off land, "Yes, that's a nice way of thinking about it."

Then, a small rumble growled in Pocahontas' stomach showing that she's hungry, she suggested that they should go back to the camp and she could try some of their food. John tried changing her mind for going back to her tribe and get food, but Pocahontas ignores John by walking faster than him and so he would have to follow her along the way. Pocahontas didn't understand why he wants her to stay away from camp, it was fine yesterday so she wondered he didn't want her to come. John walks slowly behind while watching Pocahontas skipped and run up fast around the trees and jumping over the rocks and humps in the ground. Retelling his story to someone he never knew for a long time somehow made him feel released, that moment he was rethinking back of his life-time.

I started my life in a rouge way
Didn't want to talk, nothing to say
So, I looked for something new.

(Ya-hi-Ya-ne Hega)

I spend it travelling away
Till I could find something one day
Something, for me worth true.

(Ya-hi-Ya-ne Hega)

I've meet best of the best. I've seen the greatest of the great
Yet, I've never planned to stay.

I've never lookback then
For, there was so much more
To find something much greater
Isn't that what's life worth living for

But, she's one of them
They were all there to shine
But, I turn those stars away
For, they were never mine
To take

I've keep moving my feet
Never stop that drumming beat
I follow whatever it wants me to go

(Ya-hi-Ya-ne Hega)

So many memories I keep
But asking to stay it just too deep
That's why I've never wanted to show

They say you could live a life just once. But, I say try to live more twice.
There was so much more. I wanted so much more

So, I've never lookback then
For, there was so much more
To find something much greater
Isn't that what's life worth living for

But, she's one of them
They were all there to shine
But, I turn those stars away
For, they were never mine
To take

It wasn't about finding love
Yet, my life wasn't an enough
I've broken too many walls
Please don't make her part of this all
Is she just one of those games
For me to change
Have I suffered enough already
I'm still not ready

So still, I've never lookback then
For, there was so much more
To find something much greater
Isn't that what's life worth living for

But., she's one of them
They were all there to shine
But, I turn those stars away
For, they were never mine
To take

Once, Pocahontas and John arrived back at the camp, most of the men were digging and some were having lunch. Thomas was cooking a pan of fish as the delicious smell steaming off from the slimy skin of the fish. Thomas looked surprised when he spotted Pocahontas walking into the camp, but he showed a welcome smile to her and John. Pocahontas and John sat down on one of the big, long logs placed in a circle around the fire place. Pocahontas stares curiously at how the fire underneath the pan cooking the fire on the black metal surface.

"How's the digging going?" John asked Thomas.

"Worthless" Thomas answered, "We search for days and yet, we haven't found a speck of gold."

Pocahontas raised her head in surprised, "Gold?"

"Aye, just finding some mud and soil" Ben joined in the conversation.

Then Lon joined in, "It's making Ratcliffe's hot-pot head boil up."

John raised up in a cheerful mood, "Speaking of hot-pot heads, we'll go and get some water."

John walked down through the camp where they held the waters collected from the river, Ben and Lon came with him to carry some cups for them, while Thomas staid behind to look over the fish with Pocahontas. Pocahontas and Thomas were silent at first with small staring at each other, then Pocahontas tried saying some words from which she remembered from one of the books John showed to her. She pointed to pan and said its name, then the fish but incorrectly which made Thomas giggled and Pocahontas.

"Having fun, are we?" a low, deep voice appeared behind Pocahontas.

Pocahontas could feel a cold, dark shadow covering over her body, she turned and the light on the figure was darker than its shadow. Ratcliffe was in his dark purple uniform standing straight and tall above everyone like he was a God.

"Y-Yes, Ratcliffe… I mean sir" Thomas answered.

"And you" Ratcliffe looks down at Pocahontas as all he could say about her in his head, 'Savage! Savage! Savage!' but he quickly calmed himself down and continued, "Perhaps you preferred something not panned." Ratcliffe eyed at the black pan Thomas was cooking the fish on, describing it the black colour is dirty.

"Come" Ratcliffe gently ordered Pocahontas as he started walking back towards his big, purple tent.

Pocahontas didn't know what to do for John told her to stay seated, she looks at Thomas, but Pocahontas could tell that Thomas was as clueless as she was. She wanted to stay but she felt it was rude to ignore Ratcliffe's strange offer, so Pocahontas and walked slowly to the man's tent. Pocahontas couldn't see through the triangle gap through the doorway as it was dark like it was night time inside. Her feet were shaking deep with his skin and bones like an earthquake and her heart was beating fast beating hard against the inside side of her ribs, Pocahontas was feeling like she was walking to an predators' cave. Entering inside the tent step by step and Ratcliffe was there sitting down by his small table with the food and drinks are placed. Wiggins was by Ratcliffe's side spinning around a spoon Ratcliffe's cup of tea before serving it to him.

Ratcliffe was scanning at a map of the New World, "Wiggins" he snapped his fingers, "Get this sav… child some tea, will you?"

"Yes, sir" Wiggins replied.

Pocahontas walked over to an open chair and sat down near the desk as she was kept her eyes on Ratcliffe developing having a creepy serious for the big man. Ratcliffe started, "It's funny how a world looks small on maps, yet they are bigger and more surprising to greet."

Pocahontas bends her head to the side a bit looking confusion for she didn't quit understood what Ratcliffe said. Ratcliffe asked, "I have heard of creatures of you, but you know, I've never expected to meet someone like you."

Pocahontas looked even more confused when she heard Ratcliffe describes her and her people as 'creatures' like they are not people. Then, Wiggins came and handed her a cup of tea in front, Pocahontas gazed curiously at the burnish water spinning around like a whirlpool. Thinking it was like mixing mud in water, Pocahontas her hand down toward the small cup of tea and touch the tip of her fingers on the side. At that moment, the touch quickly brought in a burning fire within through her soft skin the Pocahontas swings her hand away in shocked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't you realise it was hot?" Ratcliffe put up a small grin, leaving Pocahontas looked annoyed from that sly comment.

"Why, I'm here, for?" Pocahontas asked.

Ratcliffe scrolled up the map and neatly placed it on the side of the light, wooden table, he leaned his arms on the table and his hands mushed together. Ratcliffe started with a question, "You know why we are here?"

"Explore" Pocahontas replied back as it was an answer.

"But what?" Ratcliffe repeated.

Pocahontas looked confused as she simply answered from what John Smith told her, "Land, adventure."

"No, no, no" Ratcliffe laughed shortly to his himself, "That is for Smith's job here. But, mostly we need to find this."

Ratcliffe threw a gold coin on the table toward Pocahontas as she watched the coin continued banging and spinning on the wooden surface until it stopped laying flat and still. Pocahontas picks the coin and realised what it is, "Gold?" she looks back at Ratcliffe as he grew a wider grin.

"Ah, so you know this?" Ratcliffe grew a wide smile, "Lots and lots of other people found gold in new worlds. And, we are here to find that" Ratcliffe explains, "And since you belong here. You must know where they are." Ratcliffe still believed that the Native Americans have got the gold because he and the Englishmen couldn't find them here when the men were digging. "So, I would like you to tell me where the gold is. You understand?"

Pocahontas firstly replied, "I understand."

"Good."

"I cannot" Pocahontas answered quickly.

"Pardon?"

"I cannot help you" Pocahontas repeated.

Ratcliffe huffed with a small laughter to himself, "I think do not believe you quiet understand."

"I do."

"But I do not…"

"But I do" Pocahontas interrupted.

Ratcliffe froze still and hard as he leans back on his chair, Pocahontas could see some angry flaming in his eyes, but he was trying to cover it up to calm himself.

"I have not seen gold here in our land" Pocahontas explained.

"Your land?" Ratcliffe questioned while gripping his big fingers tightly into his hand making a hard fist.

"Yes" Pocahontas answered simply as it is originally their land.

"Don't you think I'm stupid enough to think that you savage have my gold."

"You're gold!" Pocahontas raised up in a ranging voice angry at how Ratcliffe called her a 'savage' and how much greed he has to dare say that if any gold lays in this land belongs to him. Ratcliffe raised slowly as well and Pocahontas noticed that hand was stretching fingers to grab his gun behind him. Pocahontas didn't want to cause any trouble and she knew that she couldn't fight a big man like him. Pocahontas said, "No gold is here, nor it belongs to you."

Ratcliffe realised Pocahontas noticed his hand was nearly reaching out for his gun behind him as his trembling anger was soon calmed and said, "I don not like my time to waste, nor do you want anything bad to happen you, or your kind, or John." Pocahontas froze still and cold as his treat broke through his skin shaken with fear inside his heart making it beat faster and harder. She squeezed her fingers tight into the palm of her hands trying to keep back her rage, Pocahontas could imagen herself jumping out and attack Ratcliffe right away like a wolf leaping out to catch its prey. "I am not someone you want to annoy, savage" Ratcliffe warned.

"I've seen lions scarier and more threatening" Pocahontas laughed as she describes Ratcliffe, "You, lame animal."

Then Pocahontas grew a cheeky smile, "John could fight a lion." Saying how John is stronger to go up again a lion than Ratcliffe as a weak animal, Ratcliffe gave a much deeper death stare at the child now.

"You want no time to waste, you are now." Pocahontas added.

"I could wipe everything from plant to dust in this perfected land."

"You treat land as dead thing. Men here cannot help for nothing in return. Gold does not fill joy" Pocahontas said with a proud and strong look, "If gold lays under our lands, I shall not give any to you, only you."

"And why not?" Ratcliffe asked.

"I do not like your eyes" Pocahontas replied. She remembered from her small lesson with John when he said that 'eyes are the windows of the soul' Pocahontas said her answer as a way that she didn't Ratcliffe, the way he talks, the way he acts, she didn't like her soul.

"What's going on?!" John entered inside the tent looking anxious for Pocahontas, especially when she is with Ratcliffe.

Without a word, Pocahontas gave one strong stare at Ratcliffe warning him of the truths she declares to him before walking out. John let her out then looks back at Ratcliffe in the same stare to warn him of talking to Pocahontas, as John knows what Ratcliffe is really like. John walked out leaving Ratcliffe growling in range to himself as he squeezes hard on some of the scrolled maps feeling defeated by a child, but to him a 'savage' is worst.

"That savage is part of it" Ratcliffe said, "Hiding my gold."

"What are you going to do?" Wiggins asked.

Ratcliffe rubbed the top side of his head by his finger circling around till he thought of a solution, until he stopped. "Oh Wiggins, the one thing that we mustn't forget. Is that, that creature, is a child" Ratcliffe grew an eerily smiled on his face.

John and Pocahontas walked and sat back down with Thomas, Ben and Lon by the fire place, John noticed Pocahontas was looking down silently. John asked, "You alright?"

Pocahontas looks up, "Yes."

"What did Ratcliffe wanted to speak to you about?"

Pocahontas bitten her bottom lip as John's question pressured her to answer the truth, but Pocahontas didn't want to, for she didn't want to make John worry. She finally answered by shaking her head side to side and raise his should high meaning she didn't understand what Ratcliffe was talking about, then John shaken his head up and don felling for her lie.

"Aye, maybe old Ratcliffe chat about to get more food for us" Ben suggested while he chew on his fish.

"We got fish though" Lon suggested.

Ben laughed, "We are not going to everyday you nut-head-squirrel!"

"We need to grow crops then" Thomas said.

"Agree" John added.

Pocahontas look around at the four men trying to listen and understood what they're talking about in their conversation.

Then Lon asked, "How are we going to grew crops? We didn't bring any seeds."

They were all silent at first thinking of solutions until Pocahontas wondered, "Corn?"

They all turned their heads to face down at Pocahontas, John asked, "Sorry?"

"Corn" Pocahontas repeated, "Grow."

"We never had corn before" Thomas said.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try" John suggested, "It'll be better than hardtack and gruel that's for sure" Thomas, Ben and Lon nodded as they agreed with John.

The cooked fish was finally ready to be served as dinner, Pocahontas eat her small piece of fish as it tasted the same from her village, but it's just cooked in a different way; instead of using a pan above the fireplace the Native tribe slice through eth fish with a stick to hang over the fire. Pocahontas ate her fish by her tinny fingers while the men used a small wooden fork, they stare strangely at how Pocahontas was eating the fish, but John eyed at them warning to stop staring and continue eating their own meal.

Soon after finishing their meal, it was time for Pocahontas to go back home as John walked with her till they reached through the wooden walls. Before Pocahontas leaves she walks up close to John and looks up at him, John smiled at her but Pocahontas didn't really as she walked up close to him. She pointed to her blue necklace and said, "Belong here" meaning herself then Pocahontas to John's red necklace saying he could too if he wants to. John wrapped his hands around Pocahontas' hands, their eyes meets as John whispered gently, "Here is a lovely place. I'll think about it. I promise."

They smiled at each other before Pocahontas walks away back to her village as John watched the little child vanishes into the glittery green of the forest. John huffed to himself silently in tiredness as he looks down in shame, he whispered himself while still staring at where Pocahontas walked off.

She's one of them
They were all there to shine
But, I turn those stars away
For, they were never mine
To take

Pocahontas walked silently back to her village and first spotted her older brothers talking to some of the older hunters. She walked up to Parahunt, the youngest of the brothers and asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

"It's none of your business" Parahunt replied in low tone of his voice.

"So?"

"So, it's none of your business. Use your ears."

"I do. In case you haven't noticed." Pocahontas showed an annoyed, mad look on her face and pocking out her tongue at him.

Pocahontas walked away still holding that look on her face before finishing to her brother, "Fat slug." Pocahontas entered inside her hurt, jumped on her bed and laid back on the soft surface of her bed. Out from the corner, Matachanna appeared and asked, "How was your day, Matoaka?"

"Short" Pocahontas quickly answered, feeling the day has passed by very quickly.

"Where did you go?"

"I told you, to see Grandmother Willow."

"Really?" Matachanna repeated her question.

Pocahontas raised up sitting on the edge of her bed, trying to get Matachanna off from her suspicious, "You think I'm lying to you."

"Just tell me."

"What if I don't want to."

"Then I guess I have to wait" Matachanna crosses her arms over her chest.

"Then I will leave."

Pocahontas got off her bed and walked over the entrance to get out of the hurt, until Matachanna added, "For a little, wild sister, you keep a lot to yourself."

Pocahontas stopped for a second then turned her head around to face Matachanna, "What does that mean?"

Matachanna raised one of her hands and showed in the palm of her hand the small, wooden figure of the silver knight that John gave to Pocahontas. Pocahontas' eyes widen with fear feeling like a wondering prey ambushed by a great predator. "What is this?" Matachanna asked gently.

"Gave that back!" Pocahontas rushed over to Matachanna and tried to grab the knight from her hands but Matachanna keep moving again.

"Why won't you tell me?!" Matachanna's voice was getting more louder and angrier.

"It's mine! Please!" Pocahontas ignores her sisters' questions before they will deeply pressure her to answer the truth.

"Just tell me!"

"Give it back!" Pocahontas roared and leaped out higher and further nearly jumping on Matachannato get the knight form her hand.

"Why not!"

"Because he gave it to me!"

Suddenly, they both froze still and coldly as those words echoed loud to quiet through their ears to the side of their minds. Matachanna's was mixing with confusion about Pocahontas' answer, as she stares down upon her little sister silently. Pocahontas felt like she has been stabbed through the chest and her heart has beaten itself out of her as she all she could was standing still doing nothing. Hoping that those words were just in her head, like it was like was only day-breaming, but Pocahontas gaze at Matachanna's staring knowing it's true, everything happening right now is true.

Then, Matachanna broke the silence, "Who is he?"

Pocahontas was completing speechless as her mouth was like a cold cave stuck in winter, all the words that she wanted to say were all frozen away. "Pocahontas?!" the tone of Matachanna's voice sounded more serious and deeper.

The truth is an easy option to answer but it was also harder to release it to someone, "I stole it" Pocahontas lied.

"Where?" Matachanna asked. Pocahontas went silent after that question hoping that Matachanna could leave it alone, but she knows that Matachanna's independence for Pocahontas is too deep and too late to get Matachannaout of this now. Matachanna raised her head up straight with her mouth half open meaning hat she could only think of one solution which isn't good as it sounds. "You went back to those creatures?" Matachanna's voice went very quiet and low.

"Just once!" Pocahontas whispered back a lie.

"Pocahontas" Matachanna kneed down infront of her little sister with her hands up wrapping her fingers around the top sides of Pocahontas' arms. Pocahontas was completing still waiting for loud warning to yell at her face, but it never came. Instead, when their eyes meet Matachanna whispered, "Pocahontas listen to me. You must never, ever show this to one, our brothers, Koum, or father. You understand?"

Pocahontas felt Matachanna's trembling fingers wrapped around the top side of her arms shaking the muscles within her arms. She only looks down feeling the trust and love she has for Matachanna has been released as Pocahontas nodded. After, Matachanna pulled Pocahontas in and hugged her tight with her whole arms wrapped around her entire liite sister's body. Pocahontas hugged Matachanna back only reaching up to the back of Matachanna's neck, but then Pocahontas felt all the love and trust suddenly been pulled away from the small lies she said only to end up worst. Already feeling the disappointed from her, her family, and the tribe once they know what Pocahontas has been doing, it cracked her eyes into wordiness, especially now for Matachanna, and John.

Hello readers how are you guys today?! If you're reading this part, then you have probably read this chapter, good because for this chapter I wanted to add more in the story than what the Disney version didn't.

I loved the relationship between Pocahontas and John Smith, but I have always felt that John didn't really express more of himself in the film. Now Pocahontas is the main focus in the story, but we never get to know more about who John really is. So, I dug into a little research to know who John is and what he did in his life.

Now, half of you are probably wondering why I've written about a 'mer-maid' thing in this chapter. Well, because I heard that on one of John Smith's journeys that he spotted a green-hair mermaid, and so it called, "The Jamestown Mermaid."

What there wasn't much of in the film hat I really wanted to see, is the connection between Pocahontas and Ratcliffe. We've loved the way the hero and the villain communicate in Disney films; Peter Pan & Captain Hook, Mowgli and Shere Khan, Simba and Scar, Cinderella and Lady Tremaine, and Snow White and the Evil Queen, and more, and more, you get the point. I tried imagen in what ways what Pocahontas and Ratcliffe would to say to each other, that would create intense, for a child up against a government. What do you?

Oh, and near the ending, yeah, I thought of adding a song for John. If you don' like that's fine, I'm not a great song-writer, but like I said about learning more of John I thought of something that express what he feels every day of his life. It came to me when I listening to one of the songs from Annie, the 2014 version, "The City's yours" sang by Jamie Foxx is not a bad song actually. So, if you can't imagen the rhythm of the song then just listen to "The City's yours."

I don't own the characters, just the new song, "They were never mine."

So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you soon…