Chapter 14

The sky was orange with a touch of red as vicious blood as the sun was half-way above the edge of Earth's skin. Standing on a flat, green hill was Ratcliffe leading his men to battle against the Native Indians. Ratcliffe's black metal suit make him stood out in the centre of the bright, orange sun as the first red, warm light from the morning sun reflects on his suit of his cruel hate through his blood.

Government Ratcliffe:
This shall be the day!!

"Let's go, men!" Ratcliffe roared as he sliced out his sharp sword pointing it forwards towards where they shall come face-to-face to battle with the Native Indians. The Englishmen worn their silver metal helmet on their heads, strapped their swords and daggers in their covers hanging from the side of their waists. Most of the men pulled and pushed large, black canoes along and few carried matches, black powder and bullets to fire through their lighting guns.

Chief Powhatan:
This will be the morning!

On the other side of the land, Chief Powhatan watched as the orange sun rises pass halfway over the horizon blighting the pink sky. The warm light brightens on his whole face reflecting his rage for his land, his people and his family, but not on the tip of his head as his war bonnet. Standing on the edge of the village then Powhatan turned around to face back in the centre of the village where a few warriors was waiting outside a tent. Powhatan roared the orders, "Bring out the prisoner!" the warriors did as they were ordered to rushing inside the tent they were standing in front of. After a second, the warriors walked out dragging out their prisoner, John Smith chained with a tight rope around his neck for the warriors to pull him and John's hands were still tied up from behind.

Native Americans:
We will see them dying in the dust!

They were pulling John harshly by the rope around his neck, while tried to keep his balance as he continued walking but his tied legs were shaking for they knew they were walking towards death itself.

Pocahontas:
I don't know what I can do
Still I know, I have to try

High above in a high hill with grass reflect their red skin from the sun's red light, little Pocahontas stood strong as she watched down upon the sure Earth. She could feel the hard bagging of the drumming from her peoples' and eth Englishmen's march as they stuck their feet upon the soil crust behind them like a white lighting. Pocahontas spotted an empty rocky hill where the Native American take their emeries and prisoners to the top, lay them facing down upon a flat rock so the chief will execute them by hitting his staff down on their heads. Pocahontas started breathing heavily as could image John being placed upon the top of that cliff, but quickly calms herself as she began to prayer to the Great Spirit.

Englishmen:
Now we make them pay

The Englishmen were marching closer through the shadowy black and red forest. Thomas managed to sly back to the group without letting anyone of them know he was gone.

Pocahontas:
Eagle, help my feet to fly

Within a second, Pocahontas ran down the red hill with her arms thrashing back and in forth, and her legs continually non-stop sprinting down. Pocahontas was sprinting upon a flat, grassless ground, as fast as the forest cool wind like an eagle gliding on the waves of the wind. The sun's red light blighting from her left side creating Pocahontas' small, black human-figure shadow into a large bird figure shadow.

Native Americans:
Now without a warning

The Native Tribe were marching as fast as the Englishmen; the Chief was leading the tribe with John behind with two warriors guarding his sides while one pulling the rope around his neck, and the rest of the tribe was following behind.

Pocahontas:
Mountain, help my heart be great

Pocahontas quickly sprinted passed some forest deer, a few stayed with they were and few began running probably in shock thinking the human child is attacking.

All:
Now we leave them blood and bone and rust

Pocahontas:
Spirits of the Earth and sky

All:
It's them

The smaller the distance between her people and the Englishmen, the harder the pressure for Pocahontas to try getting there first to stop this madness of war and violence, but mostly to stop John from welcoming death first.

Pocahontas:
Please don't let me be too late…

All:
They're just a bunch of filthy, stinking…

Pocahontas could hear the gold eagle call from above as it was guiding her way forward, then Pocahontas could also hear a small calling by her side. Her small, blue hummingbird, Flit flying fats from side to side grew a happy smile on Pocahontas' face as she feels not alone. After Pocahontas easily jumped over huge gap between two cliffs she's now entered into the shadowy black and red forest.

All:
Savages! Savages!

Native Americans:
Demons!

Englishmen:
 Devils!

Ratcliffe:
Kill them!

The Native Americans and the Englishmen were getting even closer and closer and closer than before.

All:
Savages! Savages!
What are we waiting for?!

The face of Ratcliffe and the cruel men behind him are versioned on the water pouring straight down from the huge waterfall. The Native Americans were just walking across the waterfall from below as they were covered in their black shadows as the huge, wide trees blocked the sun's pink light form coming in.

All:
Destroy their evil race, until there's not a trace

The versions of the American tribe walking below by the waterfall and the faces of the Englishmen were splashed away when Pocahontas foot jumped down into a shallow pool filled with water from a small waterfall.

(I apologise if that doesn't sound right, because I'm trying to write basing on the clip on from the music video. I will describe down below to make it more sence.)

Pocahontas continued sprinting fast through the shadowy forest, as the flashes of black and red lights reflected her negative thoughts. Bring her back to the horrible versions in her mind; Kocoum's cold murder, her family's disappointment, Pocahontas' kidnapped and lock away in a cage, now Pocahontas could vision John laying his head on a flat rock waiting for death to smash through his head. Shaking her head and narrowed her fiery eyes, trying to wash those thoughts out of her mind otherwise those will make her slow down, and she can't, but now at least.

Pocahontas:
How loud are the drums of war!
(Englishmen: We will sound the drums of war! Savages! Savages!)
(Native American: Now we sound the drums of war! Savages! Savages!)

The Native Americans arrived at their destination, Chief Powhatan and the warriors pulled John Smith up a rocky, high cliff. The warriors forceful pushed John down laying on a flat rock with his head resting on a high peak of the rock, John faced away from the Chief and stare down of the high cliff and the red leaves reflecting on the round surface of the trees. Even though John couldn't see the Native Americans or feel their black shadows touching his back and the side of his arms, John could sense their present behind them. One of the native warriors handed Chief Powhatan his staff which has huge, hard bump rounded at the end. John heard the sound of the staff handed down and gripped tight, he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. Death was in the air, no it was everywhere, John could feel it blowing on his brush skin by the cool wind. John was ready for his execution as single tear slowly slide down on his check and dropped down on the flat rock. That single tear was formed out of his only single thought he could ever think out of anything else before his death, his little Pocahontas.

Englishmen and Native Americans:
Now we see what comes of trying to be chums
Now we sound the drums of…

The Englishmen arrived just in time entering out through the barriers of the forest trees, they all looked in a fearful shock as they spotted John laying down his life on top of eth rocky, high cliff. They all held their guns up aiming at the Native Americans above on eth high cliff, and the one down below on ground level.

Pocahontas:
Is this the death of all I love carried in the drumming of….

All the Native Americans was behind on the cliff waiting for the execution of their prisoner, while ready for to attack on the pale men. Finally, Pocahontas reached to the bottom of the cliff behind her people and noticed above her father just been handed over his stuff and started walking towards John. It was now or never, Pocahontas sprinted through the crowd of her people, dodging and pushing pass the adults. They all looked surprised to see her around, even her brothers, when they realised where Pocahontas was sprinting up to.

All:
War!

Chief Powhatan was standing right behind John with his staff high above, ready to swing it aiming at John's head. Pocahontas sprinted her legs faster and faster, even the wind was blowing hard enough behind her back as though it was trying to make Pocahontas to fly. Just before Powhatan was about to swing his staff down, Pocahontas decided now, right here right now. Where it was either John's fate or hers, but she doesn't care, she knew she must stop this.

"No!" bravely cried out with a just a leap of faith, Pocahontas laughed with her head was over John's head. Her eyes focused up watching for the stuff to slammed down on her head.

Until, it swings down passing her head because her father, after bring it back up Powhatan has his eyes widen in shock seeing his youngest daughter in that position of facing death. Pocahontas rested her head on top of John's, her chest leaning against the top of his head, and her small arms covered over his back and his neck. Pocahontas didn't know if either she was her heart beating fast, or John's john, either way they were both beating fast in fear in the same beating. John looked showing an unexpected gaze at Pocahontas, he squeezed his eyes tight and took a deep breathe in for relief of still being alive and blissful to see Pocahontas again.

Pocahontas felt her father's shock and rage through his gaze upon her, but what she will about to say will make it worse, "If you wish to kill him…" Pocahontas was breathing heavily for her speech, "…then you will have to kill me too."

There was a deep silence between the two, no one moved a muscle till they were given orders to shoot and kill. Powhatan whispered as he slowly raised his staff high again, "Daughter, move." However, Pocahontas didn't move a single muscle either as she stared back at her father with confidence in her eyes. Powhatan roared his ordered louder, "Move!"

"No!" Pocahontas screamed, she growled her heavy breathing through her teeth. "I love him!" Pocahontas answered with a calmer tone, she continued with no regrets to cover her speech, "He is not killer! Or our emery! He is a friend to me. He is a father to me."

Powhatan widen his eyes more in a deeper shock as much as for the whole tribe who have heard Pocahontas' confession. Unaware to all, Grandmother Willow appeared behind the Native Tribe hidden in plain sight to them as she stands understand the trees with their green surface covered her from the sun's warn, pink light. She gazes high up watching her granddaughter bravely stands up for her caring strange friend to her father, a small smile grew on Grandmother Willow's face for Pocahontas' courage.

"Look around!" Pocahontas spoke in the language of the pale men, so the Englishmen could listen. Her voice was bumped through her sadness like a rock stuck inside her throat, while her tearful eyes continued staring up at her father, "This is path of hate!" The Native Tribe didn't understand a word of the new language that came out from Pocahontas' mouth, so Grandmother Willow walked through the centre of the crowd slowly and translated Pocahontas' speech into their original language. The words quickly spread across the crowd through silent whispers.

"I do not understand!" Pocahontas cried, John could feel her head shaking shortly in confession and small sorrow tears dropping down on his sure face. Grandmother Willow continued translating as Pocahontas, "I do not know why I lost my mother! Or why dug more holes in Earth? I lost before, why more now?!"

"I do not understand. You should understand!" Pocahontas cried out louder for the Englishmen below. Though a few of the Native Americans and the Englishmen were not gently moved from the child's speech, the rest of the all looked down in grief seeing their weapons are the compasses pointing to their pathway of hatred. The brothers of Pocahontas, Pochins, Taux, Tatcoope, Parahunt were the one deeply moved as the vicious war looks on their faces slowly melted away. Not understanding the grief Pocahontas has keep about herself all this time, believing she's the cause for their mothers' death;. Especially, for her sister Matachanna as her heart was still cracked from the death of her faience, Kocoum, however her heart was mostly broken because of the aparted loving bond between her and her little sister, it's lost and now she wants now.

Pocahontas eyed at her father as she finished in her original language, "This is my path. No war, no blame, no death. Just peace, love, and hope. What is your path?"

Powhatan was completely speechless as he shifted from side to side, looking at the pale men army down below of the high, rocky cliff and his own huge army standing right behind him. They two armies have their weapons ready to aim and fire, both aiming directing the hearts of their emeries. Pocahontas still held herself down over John's head, knowing if she doesn't move than she and John will be safe from harm. However, a small doubtful feeling inside Pocahontas saying how it won't be forever, and the impatience people will not stand in their positions for long to start their war. Pocahontas has played all her cards, there was nothing left she could do now.

Until, down floating through the shadowy forest quietly the gentle wind crashing upon the side of the high cliff like a huge clash of invisible wave and raised over. The waves of the wind floating pass and through the Native tribe, Pocahontas' siblings felt the gentle wind flying through the centre of their souls and out. The brothers have always respected their father in every way, trying to get his approval, but now they understand what they have done and what they doing now. Pochins take the first move as he walked up behind his father and lowed his father's staff down, Powhatan held a surprised look towards his son's action but Pochins showed no guilt to what he's doing. Slowly, the tip of Pochins' fingers wrapped around his father's staff and hold it fully in the palm of his hands. He looked down at his tearful little sister and Pochins' small smile made Pocahontas widen her eyes in surprise that there may be hope for all.

Pochins turned to face his people with the staff tightly gripped around by his rough fingers, he spoke with loudness and truths, "My great people! Brothers of all! My sister speaks with a wisdom beyond her years. We have all come here with anger and hatred in our hearts, and to fight for death. But, she comes with courage and understanding, to fight for peace and justice."

Pocahontas has never seen or heard any of her siblings to stand up and speak bravely for her defence and in words to describe her. Including her other older siblings and their father, whom they and the whole tribe began showing regretful looks on their faces as the speeches from Pocahontas and Pochins has reminded them what terrible actions they may have caused. Pochins turned to face down at Pocahontas then at his father, "From this day forward, if there shall be more killing it will not start with me."

Pochins faced one of his younger brother and ordered, "Release the prisoner!"

Without any hesitation, Taux gladly walked over to John Smith and cut through the rope which was tightly tied around John's wrists. Once John's arms were released and were shortly parted from the side of his body, his eyes were focus on little Pocahontas who he still couldn't then and now because of her that he is still alive right here, right at this moment. Within that second, Pocahontas jumped in and wrapped her arms around her small arms around John's neck and allowed his arms to stretched and wrapped around her body. They bother rest their heads on each other's shoulders and closed their eyes for a moment for release their happy tears, for most of the sad ones were all squeezed out and fallen out form their eyes. John laid his hand on the back of Pocahontas' head as he pushed in deeper into the hug, Pocahontas felt his father-like care and love for her and John already knew her love for him. There were words to make this small moment perfect, no thanks for saving his life, no how grateful he, but John gave a whisper to the side of Pocahontas' that greater than perfect, "I love you."

The siblings smiled blissfully for their little sister happiness, after showing her bravery and courage in front to the two people, to death, but mostly to herself. The Englishmen felt the guilt after watching the little Native child sacrificing herself for a one man's life who isn't part of her own culture. The child's speech melted their hearts unknowing how similar their lives are, yet they were told and train to try each other. Their eyes shaded like broken glass into sorrow and grief as they slowly lowed their guns down, then so did the Native American tribe. Their eyes were finally cleared, they didn't focus on the weapons they bring, the style they wear, or the colour of their skins. All expect one.

Ratcliffe looked around with confused eyes, but he was not moved by anything, not a single regret or thought of stopping this mission. He sliced his sword out form its' case and yelled to his men, "Now is our chase! Fire!"

John noticed Ratcliffe's yell from below, while Thomas bravely stood out the line and replied back louder, "No!"

"What?" questioned by his deep voice, Ratcliffe stared at Thomas as his face was completely puzzled.

"She just saved them" Thomas reasoned.

"She is one of them!" Ratcliffe argued.

"They let Joh go!" Lon joined in behind Thomas on his left side. Along with Ben on the other side arguing back, "They do not want to fight!"

"It is trap! Are you blinded?!" Ratcliffes' voice grew deeper and angrier, "NOW FIRE!"

However, Thomas, Ben and Lon stayed where they were with their guns dropped down upon the ground, there was no longer a glimpse of fear in their eyes for Ratcliffe to gain power. Soon, nearly all the Englishmen dropped their guns and swords down upon the rouge skin of the Erath. Ratcliffe point his sword at them and was about to yell at them for a warning then an order, but from their raging stares at him Ratcliffe instead found his hand shaking rmaking his sword rattling like a snakes' tail. Until, his hatred took control of Ratcliffes' mind and moved his arms to grabbed one of the men's' gun and started aiming high. Ratcliffe roared, "Fine! I will do it myself!"

John noticed Ratcliffe aiming his gun high above at them, what John understood that Ratcliffe was aiming his gun directly at Pocahontas. Just after Pocahontas turn her head to the side to see what was the shouting from below about, till John dragged himself down over Pocahontas and screamed "No!"

Ratcliffe pulled the trigger and fired a gun shot, luckily he missed both Pocahontas and John but it got Pocahontas to scream in fear thinking John got himself shot like what happened to Kcoum. All the Englishmen all held their guns up and aimed it at Ratcliffe expected a few of the cruel men surrounded Ratcliffe like a force-field protecting their government as they were aiming their guns at the others. They all roared at each other, "Drops your guns! No one needs to get hurt!" yet one of the cruel men fired at a men's leg, scarring it on the side and dropping the man to the ground. Ratcliffe ordered his followers to retreat back to the camp as he was rushing away at the back of the group.

Pocahontas got half-way up and shouted to her older brother, "Stop those ones!"

Pochin nodded for Pocahontas' orders as he turned to face his tribe and repeated the orders, "Captures those ones who soot their own!"

Pochins raised the staff high and the tribe raised their weapons high in the air while screaming out their war cry loud. Powhatan came up to Pochins from behind and rest his hand upon his son's shoulder, to Pochins surprise he was alarmed at his father's small smile for his brave leadership to serve his people and his family. After, they all rushed down to chase down Ratcliffe and his followers and not attack on the innocent ones, all the women of the tribe rushed back to their village. A few Native American warriors stayed up high on the cliff so they would have a high view of their target when they started aiming their arrows by their bows and began firing. They shoot one or two of the cruel men, but Ratcliffe and the others found rushed deeper back into the forest so the archers can't see them in their view.

The Englishmen got up and grabbed their weapons to chase Ratcliffe to stop him from getting away, the Native Americans follower behind. John watched down from the tip of the cliff and said to himself, "I have to go and help."

Pocahontas felt John's compassion to help his friends as she began following behind John, but John didn't start running when he noticed Pocahontas chasing behind. "No! No! No!" John kneed down with his hands on the side of Pocahontas' small arms and explained to her face-to-face, "You are not coming!"

From John's shaking head and anxious voice, Pocahontas knew what John was trying to do, but she wants to help if she saved him then she could save more. She nodded her head but John continued shaking his head, "No! No, Pocahontas! These men are dangerous! They will kill you! I will help your people! I will come back! I promised!" John lets go of Pocahontas and she stood there still watching John began racing down the cliff to catch up with the others. John picks up a small knife from one of the Englishmen which was laying coldly on the ground, in case he needs to defend himself or others.

Pocahontas knew it was a bigger, bigger risk to go through, but she can't end now, not after all of this, she would feel useless to do anything. By the corner of her eye, Pocahontas slowly turn her head to her right and spotted Grandmother Willow standing straight and strong. Surprised to see Grandmother Willow standing there, because she doesn't often leave her hut by the willow trees, yet Pocahontas was still deeply surprised to know that Grandmother Willow came all this way to watch this. Then, Pocahontas' eyes were distracted by a glimpse of a small, black shadow fly high above her head, she looked up and saw the same golden eagle flying over her. The golden eagle landed on a wide branch from a high tree, Pocahontas realised that that direction through the forest is a short cut to get down river where the Englishmen's camp lays. The Great Spirit has send the gold eagle to point Pocahontas the right path on her compass of the Earth. Before she could take off, Pocahontas looks back again at Grandmother Willow as they both silently smiled at each other, never knowing this would be the last time they would see each other. Pocahontas turned back and forwards with fearlessness written all cover her face, she began sprinting down the cliff, across the emptiness below and entered back into the forests. Pocahontas grinned forward for the new risky mission she must take.

Hi guy! Good to be back! Yeah, Pocahontas has done it, she saved John Smith but there is still more work to be done from Ratcliffes' rage. I don't own the song "Savages" in both parts.

Also, from the last two chapters before, I forgot to mentioned that that scene is based on the true version when Pocahontas was kidnapped by the Englishmen.

I don't own the scenes, ideas or the characters…

Keep holding on because the war isn't over yet! Will Pocahontas stop Ratcliffe from his madness!

There is still a few chapters left to read. See you soon…