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Chapter 13

The world was nothing now, nothing but silence and fear swallowing the earth so easily. The forest was so dark and so still, every living thing within in the forest desperately wanted to hide themselves from the terror that suddenly strikes right outside their doorstep. The bright thunders of the large fire smokes from the Native Indians and the Englishmen, both darkly stormed out huge lightings to stabbed down upon the green Earth. Both societies sharpen their weapons and building more of them, however Ratcliffe greedily wanted to leave earlier before sun rise so the Englishmen would be more prepared to kill the Indians.

Leaving the camp alone yet one was left unwilling in the camp, Pocahontas was still locked up in the shadowy cage. Curled herself up closely with her knees pressed deep into her chest, her small arms wrapped around her legs, and her head rested on the cold wooden floor. Pocahontas has fought with all her strength to escape this contained cage, but her sleepy eyes was nearly shutting down her mind into more darkness. Worse, if she goes to sleep then Pocahontas will start seeing visions of what has happened before she feels responsible for; her mother's death, Kocoum's murder, which leads to her sister Matachannas' misery, her father's deep disappointment, her basement, and now John Smith's excitation was start at the first light of day. All the troubles she caused, all the broken lives she felt responsible for has frozen her soul. Swallowing all the deep sorrow and grief down her cold throat including her entire body was cold like winter has return quickly but only in the small cage. Pocahontas tried tucking herself in deeper, but it won't stop the coldness from sinking in as it was colder within her soul like all of her hopes and spirits has been sucked right out. A single tear escaped from Pocahontas' eyes slowly slide down on her cold check till it reached the bottom and dropped silently to the wooden floor.

The cold darkness slowly swallowed Pocahontas half-way, until a sudden, loud rattle banged against somethings from behind out of the cage. Her eyes slowly open themselves and turning her head to the side to look over her shoulder so Pocahontas could see what was that sound. However, she saw nothing but the dark shadows and the silence preying around outside of the cage. Feeling a glimpse of hope has been wasted over nothing as Pocahontas rest her head and was about to close her eyes. Suddenly, more racked sounds of things dropping down onto other things echoed through the camp. Pocahontas lifted herself half-way making herself fully awake as her eyes looked through the metal bars to scan around the outside area. There was still no sign of movement or anything that could make that those racked sounds. She kept her eyes staring out through the metal bar while Pocahontas began crawling towards the door by her small fingers and toe in an animal like position. Pressed her face against the bars of the door feeling the freezing metal against her skin, so Pocahontas could see a much wider view of the camp. The racked sound was heard again but it sounded closer and louder, along with swift speed like the wind.

Until some big pots, pans and plates where be crawled on and after being fell off from a table they've been laid on, Pocahontas figured that all the fallen things could be the ones making that racked sounds, but she wondered who or what was doing the racked. Suddenly a large, black pot was pushed off by the edge of the table where an unexpected creature appeared.

"Meeko?" Pocahontas questioned thinking this is just an illusion playing tricks on her mind, until the sneaky racoon was making squeaking sounds, and he stared at Pocahontas recognising the child trapped in the cage and hopes she would recognise him. Pocahontas quickly knew the way Meeko looks at her with his head bend a bit to the side, a wide smile grew on her face, "Meeko!"

Pocahontas hasn't this happy with Meeko since ever as she pressed herself forwards against the cold metal bars wanting to just hug Meeko happily for coming here. Then Pocahontas quickly brain stormed, "Meeko! Meeko! Listen! Get the keys!"

Meeko was just standing there still while staring at Pocahontas, then Pocahontas whispered to herself, "Right, you don't understand what I'm saying" he pressured her forehead hard against a cold, metal bar thinking hard about another plan. She looks back at Meeko, "Okay Meeko, go to find a silver, daggering thing" she hanged up her hand and wiggled her fingers downwards, "To fit through this hole" Pocahontas to the keyhole of the lock chaining of the door to the side of the box.

Quickly Meeko jumped down from the table and began crawling through the camp while Pocahontas watched her little friend walk off. Meeko started scanning in bags and throwing testing some found things, if it doesn't look interesting to him then Meeko throws it away behind him and continued looking. Pocahontas' hopes start to raise high, although she tried try not to get her hopes high but whenever she sees a will to escape, she takes the chance. Until her cheerful face quickly transformed into a hopeless frown when Pocahontas notice Meeko found a biscuit and ate it fast. Meeko walked off possibly looking for more biscuits to crunch on.

Pocahontas shock her head shortly in disappointment to Meeko, but mostly to herself, she sadly whispered to herself, "This is hopeless."

Anger approached Pocahontas again, feeling angry for being too small, too weak to do anything right because now she lost all the trust and love from those she deeply cares. Her boiling rage forced her to start trying again to break herself out of the cage, but the lock was the only thing between her and her freedom. She has tried bagging the lock off pulling it hard withal her strength but failed at the end, used her small knife to cut it and the metal bar but again it was useless. The pressure of fail driven Pocahontas madly into bagging herself against the wooden walls of the cage, scratching the walls by her knife and her bare, small fingernails, and even tried to pull the metal bars off by her hands or her teeth like an animal. After trying again with pulling the lock off, Pocahontas felt the complete hopeless drowning within her. Crawling backwards till her back touches the wooden side, then kneeing down with her knees close to her chest and rested her sure head in between her knees.

"I'm sorry John" Pocahontas whispered to herself feeling her warm breathe touching softly on her knees.

Rapidly, a small banging noise broke the cold silence, Pocahontas slowly raised her and was first welcomed by an unexpected surprise. Meeko was held a set of silver keys attached in a small, silver ring and was bagging the set against the metal bars while biting a few of the keys testing their hard taste. Pocahontas quickly crawled over to the door and whispered happily to Meeko, "You are a smart, smart racoon, Meeko."

Pocahontas carefully picks up the other side on the set of keys because Meeko was still biting a few on the other side and sometimes Meeko could bite her small fingers warning to stay away from his business. Recognising one of the lest shiny keys are the ones to unlock the lock, so Pocahontas prudently lifts up a one of the rusty keys till they reached to the edge of the key hole in the lock. Pushing the key in the hole and luckily it was the right one, twisting the key to clockwise and anti-clockwise, anyway, to undo the lock. Finally, the lock was unattached with a loud click, Pocahontas quickly removed the lock off and swings the metal bar door wide open.

Pocahontas knees down to allow Meeko to crawl up along Pocahontas' arm and sat down on her shoulder with his claws strapped down on the edge of her dress. Pocahontas whispered to Meeko with a inch of lies, "Meeko, I've never doubted you for a second."

Sprinted out of the cage like a free bird Pocahontas ran through the Englishmen's camp as fast as the wind. Pocahontas cornered around the small door entrance of the camp and finally entered back into the edge of the forest. Feeling the Spirits of the Erath welcoming Pocahontas back to her homeland by the gentle touch of the wind. Pocahontas knows now she couldn't let her people and the Englishmen destroy each other and let John Smith die. The problem is she doesn't know how because no one will listen to her or possibly stand up beside her.

Continuedly running through the forest Pocahontas was still thinking while keeping her focus on where she's running to. But her eyes were looking straight ahead, and they didn't saw the large hand reaching out from the side. the large hand grabbed tightly over her shoulder as Pocahontas looked up in terror as she noticed it was one of the cruel men who throw her in the cage in the first place.

"Got you, savage!" the man grins eerily.

Pocahontas quickly thought of a way of escaping as she bended her head towards the man's large hand and stuck her small teeth sharping into the side of his fingers from a wide, nasty bit. The man cried in pain and let's go of Pocahontas' shoulder, then unpredictably Meeko jumped off from her head and jumped right at the man's face.

"Meeko!" Pocahontas was surprised at Meeko's response.

Meeko was scratching his small, but sharp claws on every corner of the man's face, on his nose, his eyes lids, and on his lips. The man grabbed by his large hand on the back of the racoon and threw it hard away, luckily Meeko was hit at the rouge side of a tree. Meanwhile, Pocahontas has the chance to sprint for her life before picking up Meeko and carried him in her arms. The man squeezed his sure finger like trying to pressure all the pain out, after scanning the bite marks on the side of his fingers the mans' face grew with range. Swings out his gun in front as he loaded it and was ready to shoot at the little Native Indian.

Pocahontas knew exactly where she was, the trouble is she didn't know where the man is now. Within a second, there was already gun shoots heard close by and blow up a short edge on the side of the tree. Shivering in fear, Pocahontas quickly hide herself behind a tree pressuring her back closely to the rough, wooden skin of the tree. Hearing her own heart beating fast like a drum, while another slower drumming of the man's walking steps coming closer and closer. Pocahontas slowly peek out to side and see where the man was, seeing he was like ten steps away.

"You can't hide from me, you little savage!" the man yelled, "I came here for more bullets, but now you made my day!"

Those words didn't unclear to Pocahontas' ears but she felt the dark tone of his voice coiling around her neck like a snake, making Pocahontas hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to believe that there's a way out of this. Quietly slicing out her small knife to strike an attack on the man for a wound, not to kill. After hearing five loud steps closer, Pocahontas tightly gripped on her knife as she lifted high close to her chest waiting for the right time to strike and wound the man so he could won't be able to attack Pocahontas again for tonight.

Until a loud drop was unexpectedly heard to her ears as Pocahontas widen her eyes in suspicious about the drop. Pocahontas peek around the edge of the tree again and only saw the man lying on the ground facing on his right side while another man standing above him.

"Thomas?" Pocahontas questioned with narrow eyes feeling deeply surprise as it was written on her face. Thomas was breathing hard and heavy while banging her gun down in his hands, Pocahontas realised that he used his weapon to make the man unconscious. Pocahontas's feelings for Thomas was like a burning fire; the red flames of shock to see him come, the orange colour in the certain is her hatred for his murderous deeds, but the small yellow lights are her happiness for Thomas saving her.

After starting to breathe more calmer and slower, Thomas first spoke, "I know you hate me." Pocahontas still held the shock look on her face confusing Thomas whether Pocahontas understood him or not, then Thomas sadly added, "I do too."

Pocahontas saw a glimpse of grief torturing in his broken soul as the cracks were already largely parted. Her oranges flames of hatred soon began to die out as Pocahontas watched Thomas feel to his knees, drooped his gun and his eyes flooded with sorrow tears. Pocahontas watch and hear him sob reflecting her own grief of believing it her own fault of Kcoum's death for Matachannas asked Kocoum to follow find her little sister. Matachannas only wanted Pocahontas to be safe, and now she lost her fiancé, that's what really broke Pocahontas' heart deeply because she now lost her dearly love for her sister.

Walking up to Thomas and stood in front of him, Pocahontas reached her small hand slowly and softly touched the side of his head. Reacted in a small shock but Thomas continued to look down hiding his tears and regretful frown, however Pocahontas continued sliding her tiny fingers from the tip of his ear to through his ginger, short hair. Pocahontas gently rub at the top of Thomas' ginger head as her hand glide underneath his dark green hat.

"I'm sorry…" Thomas sobbed, "Oh God… I'm so sorry."

Soon, Thomas slowly raising his head before he whipped his embarrassed tears off from his eyes by his hands. Their eyes meet and Pocahontas could see an image of an innocent child crying, like a mirror of herself when she used to cry during her childhood. The whips of the tears evidenced of the pressure Thomas must survive as he tried to prove himself to be the bigger man. Pocahontas recognised that pressured feeling from her older brothers as they usually tried to prove themselves to their father how strong and brave, so they could receive their father's approval. The memory grew a small smile on Pocahontas' face remembering how ridiculous her brother and sometime her sister and herself tried to get approval their father, her siblings try something serious while Pocahontas would have done something funny or different to make her father smile or laugh. Now Pocahontas could see the pressure of receiving honour in Thomas's grief eyes from Government Ratcliffe, worst for Thomas since he's the youngest to arrive to the New World.

Unexpectedly, Pocahontas slowly reached down and sided her head over Thomas' left shoulder and wrapped her small arms around underneath his head and over his shoulders till her fingers from her hands could touch each other at the back. Thomas widen his eyes in shock from seeing Pocahontas' silence reaction, but Thomas lets her continue to hug around his neck. Pocahontas tighten her hug as she could already feel the stress and the sadness sinking out of their heads and floating off from both of their shoulders. Pocahontas closed her eyes and prayed, "Oh, Great Spirit, I thank you for giving me the wisdom and courage to forgive. Say hello to my mother for me."

Getting a short peacefully moment until a quick, distance of the first pink light of the sun has finally arrive up to the edge of the Earth, as the pink light touches the corners of Thomas' eyes. Thomas turned his head to side and watched the top side of the large sun floating up in the blue and purple sky. It wasn't before long when Pocahontas noticed the sun's rising as it's pink mixing with yellow touching warmly on her face. Pocahontas lets her arms go off from Thomas and took a few steps forwards watching the sun welcoming to face the day with brightness.

"Sunrise" Thomas whispered in fear, "John is…

"No. Not yet" Pocahontas whispered to herself, "They only do it till the whole sun rise."

"We'll too late" Thomas stated.

Pocahontas didn't understand what Thomas said and she felt the shock which gasped in through their mouths and toxic their minds about John walking straight to a death store in any moment. However, Pocahontas narrowed her eyes in disagreement and shock her head shortly, she argued, "No!"

Unpredictably, Pocahontas turn around and began spitting through the forest, passing Thomas leaving him standing confused. "Wait!" Thomas yelled, "Where are you going?!" Pocahontas didn't yell back as she was far in distance and quickly vanishes into the green mist of the forest. Thomas knew he couldn't run up to catch up with Pocahontas, so Thomas rushed back through the same way to find the Englishmen.

At any moment, Pocahontas couldn't stop for a breathe or to rest because John's life is at stake and every second courts whether it matters for life or death. She could feel the spirits of the Earth driven through her entire growing regenerated energy so Pocahontas wouldn't stop from running. The cool wind blowing in the side lifting her feet off the ground making Pocahontas run faster, and Pocahontas could the wind blowing the spirit of her mother now knowing that her mother is by her side. Pocahontas knows her path and now she must follow it.