Fatima's silken black hair was shining beneath her veil of pure white. For this day she had managed to tame it into soft lying waves curling down her back covered in glowing silk. A sudden wave of embarrassment came over her and she shifted her eyes downward, her blush covered by the gossamer head scarf. She felt a reassuring pat on her arm in response and looked gratefully toward the pale sailor leading her down to Nom who stood waiting. It's just like my dream. Thought Hook laughingly, only instead of the terror he felt in his dream he could feel only joy at the thought of joining Fatima with his son. May they have as much joy as Briar and I had. He thought adding sorrowfully and may it last much longer. Finally they had reached Nom who gladly took her hands in his own. The elders stood over them as the two explained their reasons for this marriage, neither mentioning that is was a loophole they were taking advantage of to protect Hook and Fatima from tribal law. As tradition decreed after a reasonable amount of time the council approved the marriage and the two were free to go. Never had Fatima experienced such joy and on this day it felt as if all the heavens were smiling down upon her.
"It seems impossible but you're even more beautiful than before." Nom interrupted her thoughts seeing the small melancholy smile at the thought that it should have been her father to give her away not Hook. She smiled at Nom laughing at the easy way he complimented her. In their wave of joy they meandered back to Nom's, their, house. Nom paused on the threshold lifting up Fatima's veil to claim her lips, softly gently he kissed her until they both needed to come back for air. It seemed nothing could break their bliss and that it would go on for all time, eternity spent in a single moment of joy and deserved happiness. So it seemed. A harsh cry broke through their bubble of glee. The sound of gunshot filled the air. Nom's training as a warrior kicked in. Quickly he grabbed his twin swords and poison darts heading for the door. "Fatima stay here. You don't know how to fight and I can't lose you." She started to argue but he was already gone.
A cacophony of confusion surrounded Nom the moment he left his door. Everywhere people were streaming past him, fleeing from the terror of the muskets. Nom rushed through the crowd desperate to get to the source of this fear. He ran through the familiar village made unrecognizable in the turbulent shock. Finally he found what he was looking for. The source of the confusion, the heart of the problem. Nom's blood ran cold. It was a fearsome enemy they had thought would leave them be. An old foe who they had thought they had finally driven back. It was the Englishmen.
"They have better weapons, better armor and better supplies than we do. They have cut us off from all allies who might have helped us along with their supplies. We can only survive for so long. If we wait much longer we will die. We need to give them what they came for. We need to give them Hook." It had been three days since the English had come, this was the last day the English had given them to decide what to do. They wanted Hook and wouldn't take no for an answer. The council were sitting nodding their heads in agreement, until Nom spoke up.
"There has to be another way. I know that you do not like my father, really I haven't warmed up to him all that much either. But just giving him up is the equivalent of sacrificing our freedom to an imposed rule. Even if you don't care for the man, it weakens the morale of the warriors. They start to wonder what will their council do when it is them that the English are hunting? Will they be sacrificed like a lamb set to slaughter or will we fight for them. Council you must make your choice will you give in to this foreign rule or will we drive out the English once and for all?"
A/N Ok so I know I've been gone for far too long, but real life got in the way…again. So now I have two directions I could take this story in, and since this story is ultimately for you, the readers I think I ought to let you guys decide. So here are your choices you can (a.) have the council give up Hook and then have Fatima and Nom go in to rescue him.
(b.) have Hook give himself up but have Fatima refuse to deal with this and sacrifice herself instead. (the English soldiers need a healer) so please vote, the sooner you do the sooner I update. Also if you have any other ideas that you would like me to include please tell me those as well. leave your votes and ideas in a review and I will hopefully update soon.
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Reviewers for this chapter
LadyLioness: No that was not my final chapter as you can see and I hope you didn't think so and go away. I have several more chapters in this one before it is finished. And thank you for your support throughout this story! I really appreciate it.
Barbiegirl 22: Thank you, I did really try with this one. I don't think we'll be flying back to London but Peter or Moira may make an appearance, maybe not, but we'll just have to see where this story leads. It is hook-centric after all. Thank you for your support of both of my stories. It's nice to hear that people like them!