Chapter 6:

"The rain storm and the river are my brothers, the heron and the otter are
my friends....."
Pocahontas lay, the deer skin blanket pooled up to her chin as she softly
sang the words she had sung to John Smith just about two months earlyer.
"And we are connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never
ends...."
"Pocahontas?"
The Indian woman gasped as Nakoma's soft voice inquired after her.
"Nakoma," Pocahontas said, her voice laidened with no emotion.
"You have been like this for at least two weeks, please, do not do this to
yourself. John wouldn't want you to be like this, you are...."
"I'm losing my mind," Pocahontas interupted her friend.
Nakoma gazed upon her best friend, noting the slight loss of weight, the
flatness and lack of any sort of emotion in her voice, but most of all the
young woman noticed her eyes. Dead, dark, emotionless orbs that used to be
filled with such feeling, such emotion, an over abundance of spirit, a kind
of light. A light that was out, a spirit that was broken and dead.
"Oh Pocahontas," Nakoma said soothingly as she knelt beside her.
"Just please leave me, I'll be alright, soon," Pocahontas replied as she
slowly stood on her feet.
Nakoma grabbed onto her as Pocahontas swayed, "you are not alright! Look
at yourself! Have you eaten anything except little bites of food now and
then?! Look at yourself! John would not want this!"
Nakoma shouted at her, shaking her shoulders, trying to get through to her.
"Stop it!!!!!!!!!!! Stop what you're doing to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pocahontas screamed, shoving Nakoma to the ground. But the force of the
push sent Pocahontas going down on top of her. Nakoma struggled but
Pocahontas held her, pushing on her body in order to stand up.
"Don't ever do that again!!! I hate you, I hate you, leave me
alone!!!!!!!!!!!!"
By this time, Powhatan and some of the villagers had run over to see what
all the yelling was all about when they saw Pocahontas stand, with Nakoma
on the ground, Powhatan spoke his words softly, "my daughter, calm
yourself; what is the matter?"
Pocahontas didn't answer, instead she walked to the leather door but her
father quickly blocked her escape.
"Pocahontas, listen to me," Powhatan began but she had spun around and
before anyone could stop her, she ran out the back way of her hut.
"Pocahontas!!!"
Powhatan called after her but she didn't stop, she just kept running.

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The native princess ran, her feet bearly making a sound on the soft earth
beneath them. Her dark eyes closed, her mind wirling with thoughts. She
knew the forest so well, every tree, every river, all that surrounded her
had always been, since the day of her birth; nothing had gone, nothing had
left. Everything was as it should be; so what had changed?
"I, I, have...."
Pocahontas panted as she came to a halting stop and collapsed to the
ground. Her vision clouded, she got to her feet and stumbled forward, not
realizing where she was headed. At first the ground began to give way
under her feet and to her horor she began to fall forward; at first she
wanted to live but then seeing the bottom of the cliff, she changed her
mind.
"I'll be with you John," she whispered as the fall sent her spralling on
the ground, her head repeatingly hitting the bolders on her way down until
she dropped off, in to a world of blackness, a world she knew no more.

*******
Thomas sighed as he ran a hand through his red hair, it was a long
afternoon in the JamesTown fort and there was nothing to do. Since there
was practically no hallstility between the settlers and natives, both sides
had lessened there guard. Thomas's thoughts were interrupted by Brigs, the
new governor of JamesTown, "Thomas, we don't need you today, you're free to
stop your guarding for the day."
Thomas smiled greatfully as he left the fort and made his way towards
Pocahontas's village.
He hadn't seen her since the day he had told her of John's death, 'why
hadn't I visited sooner' he thought as her village came in to his sight.
"I haven't seen her all day," Thomas was startled to see Nakoma running up
to him, "she isn't with you?"
"No, nither have I, where could she be?"
"I need to find her, I can't handle both of our chores I mean, I don't mind
but, she needs to start moving on."
Thomas said nothing to Nakoma's remark as the two of them began walking
through the forest, blissfully unawhere of what ly before them.

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"So, you two were actually born on the same day?"
Thomas said, as him and Nakoma walked, sometime later.
"Yes, my mom died after having me and Pocahontas's mother acted as a," she
stopped, searching for the English term, "wetnurse."
"Oh, I understand."
Thomas retorted, as the two of them came to a clearing in the trees.
"I'm getting worried, there's no sign of her, and we've been to all the
places that she goes," Nakoma stopped, her dark eyes widening, "except one;
but she wouldn't go there, not in her state of....."
The native woman stopped speaking and began running, back from where they
had just been a few minutes before.
"Nakoma, where are you going?"
Thomas asked and was met by Nakoma's pounding feet and heightened breathing
as his answer. He followed her uncertainly but picked up his pace as well
as he saw where they were headed.

******

"Bloody hell," Thomas breathed as he servayed what ly below the cliff that
they stood upon. Part of it had chrumbled but among the countless rocks
and mounds of dirt lay the body of Pocahontas. Her tan face was seen
turned towards the left, her left arm ly across her chest. Her beautiful
mass of dark hair floated in a pool of red, the earth around a muddy river
of blood.
"My god.....you don't think she jumped, do you?"
Thomas inquired
"No, no, she fell, she had to have fallen...she wouldn't jump she, she,
she's....."
"Nakoma, go for help, go to your village, I'll see if she's still alive."
"No, you go."
"You," Thomas retorted as he stepped around her, looking for a safe way
down towards the bottom.
"Thomas, let me stay!"
"Run for help, run for help now!!!"
Thomas shouted, startling her in to a fast sprint, then a flat out run back
towards the village. By this time, Thomas had carefully reached the bottom
of the cliff, he knelt down and gentley but firmly held her wrist and
checked for a palse. At first there was no sign of one but as he felt
around, he breathed a sigh of relief as his fingertips found a slow, but
steddy beat.

*~*~*~*~*End of Chapter 6*~*~*~*~*
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