Chapter 6
Nakoma stared down at Cocoum's body and felt the urge to hold him tenderly in her arms and kiss away his worries but it was quickly replaced by rage. He still didn't understand. She reached down and hauled him to his feet and Cocoum murmured something unintelligible. Nakoma half carried half dragged Cocoum to the glade, thankful it was only a few meters away. As she laid him down on a mossy rock she turned to look up at Grandmother Willow who looked kindly down at them.
"So this is young Cocoum, quite the looker isn't he?" Grandmother Willow asked of Nakoma watching as a blush ran across her neck and cheeks.
Cocoum was coming to and he shook his head looking around until he spied Nakoma and he realized what had happened.
"Nakoma it was you," he accused and Nakoma didn't even try to deny it.
"Yes it was me, I had to knock some sense into you, think Cocoum, you are acting like an Englishman, trying to take what is not yours," Nakoma lectured and Cocoum's eyes darkened.
"She would have been mine," he said and Nakoma shook her head at him disappointed.
"Is your lust for power the only thing that drives you? Where is the little boy who proudly told me he was going to be a brave warrior, where is he?" she demanded or him and Cocoum looked away from her.
"He is gone Nakoma," Cocoum said sadly and Nakoma took his hand and pulled him urging him to look into the cool water of the glade.
"Then come back," she begged and Cocoum was lost in the swirls of blue. He saw himself as a child playing tag with Nakoma. He was there when she fell and scraped her knee and he had picked her up and carried her all the way home. When they were teenagers they had always run off from the village to go swimming and he remember how they had both been in trouble when they returned to the village. Nakoma's father had threatened to tan his hide if he ever did such a thing again and Cocoum had laughed. He remembered coming home the day he was proclaimed a warrior of the village, before Powhatan had suggested he marry Pocahontas. He remembered seeing Nakoma's form waiting on the banks of the river for him, and the way the smile lit up her face when he waved at her. He had been happy back then. What had happened to him? Had his want for power consumed him so much he could not remember who he was?
"That was the Cocoum, I fell in love with," Nakoma whispered bringing Cocoum back to the presented and he looked at her in a new light.
"Nakoma." he breathed but she shook her head urging him to be silent.
"Can you not see? Your power comes not from your status but from your own will, you have the power now to save our people, you know the Englishmen, you know how they work because you have lived with them, they are trying to take over our land, help our people to help ourselves," Nakoma said desperately and Cocoum sighed.
"Help me Nakoma, be at my side," he asked taking her hand and Nakoma smiled gently.
"I am always at your side, the wind urged me to forgive you for everything, it told me I was to lead you along your path, my destiny is coming alive, it is our soul quest to save the people," she said gesturing to her necklace that was the symbol of the dream giver and Cocoum was struck by her kind nature, by the way she stood by him through everything and sought to help him.
"I have been a fool, why did I search for something else when you were there in front of me?" he asked in wonder and Nakoma pursed her lips.
"The lure of power was too great for you to resist," Nakoma told him sadly pulling her hand away but Cocoum reclaimed it quickly as his senses started to swim. There was something about Nakoma he had never seen before.
"But the veil has been lifted from my eyes, I see you Nakoma," he said watching her blue-green aura that surrounded her. Had he become enlightened from this experience? It was what every person sought, enlightenment, to know why we were born to this earth. Nakoma had shown him.
"No, you see me as your savior," she corrected him and Cocoum frowned.
"I do love you Nakoma," he said honestly and Nakoma looked away shaking her head.
"No you don't," she said standing up then she walked to the edge of the glades, "come back to the village soon, we have much to change and a world to save." She was gone before Cocoum could speak and he stared at his reflection in the water in wonder. He would prove to Nakoma he loved her, and he would take up her soul quest. He would prove to everyone that he truly belonged.
Nakoma stared down at Cocoum's body and felt the urge to hold him tenderly in her arms and kiss away his worries but it was quickly replaced by rage. He still didn't understand. She reached down and hauled him to his feet and Cocoum murmured something unintelligible. Nakoma half carried half dragged Cocoum to the glade, thankful it was only a few meters away. As she laid him down on a mossy rock she turned to look up at Grandmother Willow who looked kindly down at them.
"So this is young Cocoum, quite the looker isn't he?" Grandmother Willow asked of Nakoma watching as a blush ran across her neck and cheeks.
Cocoum was coming to and he shook his head looking around until he spied Nakoma and he realized what had happened.
"Nakoma it was you," he accused and Nakoma didn't even try to deny it.
"Yes it was me, I had to knock some sense into you, think Cocoum, you are acting like an Englishman, trying to take what is not yours," Nakoma lectured and Cocoum's eyes darkened.
"She would have been mine," he said and Nakoma shook her head at him disappointed.
"Is your lust for power the only thing that drives you? Where is the little boy who proudly told me he was going to be a brave warrior, where is he?" she demanded or him and Cocoum looked away from her.
"He is gone Nakoma," Cocoum said sadly and Nakoma took his hand and pulled him urging him to look into the cool water of the glade.
"Then come back," she begged and Cocoum was lost in the swirls of blue. He saw himself as a child playing tag with Nakoma. He was there when she fell and scraped her knee and he had picked her up and carried her all the way home. When they were teenagers they had always run off from the village to go swimming and he remember how they had both been in trouble when they returned to the village. Nakoma's father had threatened to tan his hide if he ever did such a thing again and Cocoum had laughed. He remembered coming home the day he was proclaimed a warrior of the village, before Powhatan had suggested he marry Pocahontas. He remembered seeing Nakoma's form waiting on the banks of the river for him, and the way the smile lit up her face when he waved at her. He had been happy back then. What had happened to him? Had his want for power consumed him so much he could not remember who he was?
"That was the Cocoum, I fell in love with," Nakoma whispered bringing Cocoum back to the presented and he looked at her in a new light.
"Nakoma." he breathed but she shook her head urging him to be silent.
"Can you not see? Your power comes not from your status but from your own will, you have the power now to save our people, you know the Englishmen, you know how they work because you have lived with them, they are trying to take over our land, help our people to help ourselves," Nakoma said desperately and Cocoum sighed.
"Help me Nakoma, be at my side," he asked taking her hand and Nakoma smiled gently.
"I am always at your side, the wind urged me to forgive you for everything, it told me I was to lead you along your path, my destiny is coming alive, it is our soul quest to save the people," she said gesturing to her necklace that was the symbol of the dream giver and Cocoum was struck by her kind nature, by the way she stood by him through everything and sought to help him.
"I have been a fool, why did I search for something else when you were there in front of me?" he asked in wonder and Nakoma pursed her lips.
"The lure of power was too great for you to resist," Nakoma told him sadly pulling her hand away but Cocoum reclaimed it quickly as his senses started to swim. There was something about Nakoma he had never seen before.
"But the veil has been lifted from my eyes, I see you Nakoma," he said watching her blue-green aura that surrounded her. Had he become enlightened from this experience? It was what every person sought, enlightenment, to know why we were born to this earth. Nakoma had shown him.
"No, you see me as your savior," she corrected him and Cocoum frowned.
"I do love you Nakoma," he said honestly and Nakoma looked away shaking her head.
"No you don't," she said standing up then she walked to the edge of the glades, "come back to the village soon, we have much to change and a world to save." She was gone before Cocoum could speak and he stared at his reflection in the water in wonder. He would prove to Nakoma he loved her, and he would take up her soul quest. He would prove to everyone that he truly belonged.