Nine year-old Mary Smith came home crying. Her single mother, Rebecca Smith, ran to her and enveloped her in a bear hug. "Dearie, what happened today?" she asked her daughter in a soothing voice.

Mary looked up into her mother's eyes. "I-I don't f-feel like I b-belong here…" she said, crying into her mother's shoulder. Her mother gently kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Why do you believe that?" Rebecca asked.

"Well, I feel like I'm different from the other kids, and I like to read about the past. And the kids always make fun of me and tell me that I should be in George Washington's time…"

Rebecca carried Mary to her room and tucked her in bed. It was still early, but she knew the remedy for Mary's sadness.

"What story do you want to hear?" Rebecca asked. She already knew Mary's answer, but she still asked the question.

"Spinning Arrow!" she cried happily. Rebecca smiled; it was good to see her child happy.

She began her story:

Once, a long, long time ago, there was a couple that was much in love. They had many trials before them, and fate was against their being together.

Finally, they married, and overcame all the obstacles in their path. They soon had their first child, a baby girl, and everything seemed to be happily ever after.

…They were wrong. The wife's former lover, a man that used to be good but turned to evil in order to get what he wanted, watched their happiness with hatred in his eyes. He wanted to end the couple's happiness, but how, he thought. He finally reached an unfortunate answer: get rid of the child once and for all.

One night, after the couple tucked their child in bed and said good night, the evil man crept outside of the walls, waiting for the couple to finally go to sleep.

When he heard the sleeping rhythm of the couple's breathing, he quietly sneaked into the room, took the baby, and ran toward a nearby river. Hoping that the river current would end the life of the child once and for all, he cast the baby into rushing current, thinking for sure that he had ended the couple's happiness.

He was wrong. A spinning arrow was held by the child, perhaps she thought it was a toy, and it took her to a much different world; a different time, a different dimension. A widowed woman found the child and raised her into a healthy, smart teenager.

Little did the young woman know that a prophecy was being fulfilled: a prophecy that told of a young woman with a confusing past that would find the spinning arrow once more, go back in time, and suppress the evil that will tear her parents' apart, therefore making her disappear and be lost in time.

If she succeeds, she will return to her former parents in later time, but if she fails to save the animated past…

And so, the prophecy will begin to unveil itself…

THE END.

"Mommy?" Mary asked with big eyes.

Rebecca turned to her child. "Yes sweetheart?'

"Who is the baby?" Mary asked innocently.

Rebecca smiled. "Only time will tell, little one."

Mommy…

Mary woke up sweating in the night. "Mom…you meant me, didn't you…?" she asked in wonder.

It all made sense: she had found the spinning arrow, and she was to twist time itself, so that later on, she can return to her home…

A home…

She sat up but was yanked back down by her bounds. She was the child: it explained why she was disappearing this very moment. She would save animated time; she knew that if Rolfe succeeded in forcing Pocahontas to marry him, animated history would be twisted and things would not end the way they were supposed to. I have to get out of here! Mary screamed in her head.

Grandmother Willow smiled. "What must you know about Pocahontas and John Smith?" she asked.

Nicky took a deep breath and said: "Um, will they have a child?"

Grandmother Willow raised an eyebrow. "Now how will I know that?" she asked, puzzled.

Tyler came into the conversation. "Well, um, there is a girl name Mary…" he explained what happened.

Grandmother Willow nodded. "Yes, I felt a presence that reminded me both of John Smith and Pocahontas…yes I think that she is their child."

"So what do we do?" Nicky asked frantically. "We have to save John, Mary and Pocahontas before it's too late!"

Grandmother Willow took up a stern look on her face. "Now is not the time to fret." she scolded. "Now is the time to listen to your heart…young man!"

Nicky turned to Tyler. "You have to admit it…you love Mary!"

"Why?" he asked, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

Nicky took his shoulders and shook him as hard as she could. "You do love her, don't you?!" she screamed. "Now is the time to prove it!"

Realization began to take over Tyler's mind and heart. He started to remember the times that they spent together…the times that they laughed, made jokes, and even the time they drank Coke out of the same cup. His eyes began to blaze like fire. "Okay!" he growled determinedly. "Let's go!"