Chapter 14:
The people in the hut stood motionless as Pocahontas's chanting became soft
than stopped altogether as she layed her head back on the warm skins.
"She must have been dead, in order for her to hear that and repeat it,"
Powhatan concluded as his daughter fell asleep.
"I have never seen something like this," the medicine man said, "she is a
blessed child."
"Woman," John said under his breath.
"It is now certain that she will recover now, I can see it; her path is
clear," the elder man said as he knelt next to the cheif's daughter. As
John leaned down over the man's shoulder and peered in to his beloved's
eyes, he sent a silant prayer to his god that he would be correct.
******
It is now a full month since the events of that unforgetable day in the
medicine man's hut; and true to his word, Pocahontas was now making short
trips around her village.
"I feel that I can go on my own now," Pocahontas said to Nakoma as they
walked in the cornfield.
"Pocahontas, I don't know; you almost died and you aren't fully strong
enough."
"Yes, I am," Pocahontas replied, a sharp tone to her voice. As Nakoma
gazed at her best friend, the friend that had been saved from the hands of
death, she ademently shook her head.
"It's to dangerous, perhaps in a month or two; now come, its time for
supper."
Nakoma informed her as she reached for her hand, "I can do it," Pocahontas
said as Nakoma watched her walk back to her longhouse.
******
It had been so long, to long since Pocahontas had tasted freedom. Now two
weeks later after her conversation with Nakoma, the young native woman
found herself running, running from her village and all that knew her. She
needed the strong summer breeze that she had missed to curl through her
hair and to wipe her face as she ran. The princess stopped and looked
behind her, noone had seen her escape.
'Good.'
She thought as she sped up her walk in to a flat out runn.
******
Captain John Smith stood, his dark haired wig lay on the ground beside him
as he sat by the river bank, there river bank. His sky blue eyes gazed at
his own slight tanned face and his golden hair caught the sun's equally
golden light just perfectly. He was thinking of her, thinking of how the
last time he had seen her was over six weeks before. He had kept away
then, for fear that she would have unknowingly given away his secret. As
he stared in the rippling water that was his reflection, he gasped in
surprise as he heard a crash in the bushes behind him and as he splashed in
to the shockingly cool water. As his blond head surfaced, he gazed in to
the unmistakenable dark eyes of his Pocahontas.
Her body was partly on top of his own, but for that brief moment, dark eyes
bore straight in to blue orbs. Pocahontas blinked a few times, getting off
of John while doing so.
"I, I'm sorry," she stuttered as she shook her head, her hair parshally
damp.
John still layed there, staring at his love; She was more beautiful than he
remembered, her skin and hair looking radient in the afternoon sunlight.
The deer skin dress that she wore, clung to her in all the places one hopes
it would and her eyes, her eyes were filled with surprise; but beneath
that, recognition.
"J-John?"
she inquired timidly
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 14*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Hi guys!!
Well, I hope you liked this chapter!!
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my favorite singer in the whole world,
Celine Dion!!!!!!!!! Today is her birthday, she's 36!!!!!!!!
Ok, you all now most likely think that I'm really wierd; but I'd also like
to dedicate this to my boyfriend cause I think this is the best chapter
that I've written of this story and plus its his favorite story that I'm
writing!!!!! And, he disserves the best!!!
Ok;please read and review!!! Thanks so much for all of you that take the
time to do just that!!!! They really mean a lot you all, thanks!!!!
The people in the hut stood motionless as Pocahontas's chanting became soft
than stopped altogether as she layed her head back on the warm skins.
"She must have been dead, in order for her to hear that and repeat it,"
Powhatan concluded as his daughter fell asleep.
"I have never seen something like this," the medicine man said, "she is a
blessed child."
"Woman," John said under his breath.
"It is now certain that she will recover now, I can see it; her path is
clear," the elder man said as he knelt next to the cheif's daughter. As
John leaned down over the man's shoulder and peered in to his beloved's
eyes, he sent a silant prayer to his god that he would be correct.
******
It is now a full month since the events of that unforgetable day in the
medicine man's hut; and true to his word, Pocahontas was now making short
trips around her village.
"I feel that I can go on my own now," Pocahontas said to Nakoma as they
walked in the cornfield.
"Pocahontas, I don't know; you almost died and you aren't fully strong
enough."
"Yes, I am," Pocahontas replied, a sharp tone to her voice. As Nakoma
gazed at her best friend, the friend that had been saved from the hands of
death, she ademently shook her head.
"It's to dangerous, perhaps in a month or two; now come, its time for
supper."
Nakoma informed her as she reached for her hand, "I can do it," Pocahontas
said as Nakoma watched her walk back to her longhouse.
******
It had been so long, to long since Pocahontas had tasted freedom. Now two
weeks later after her conversation with Nakoma, the young native woman
found herself running, running from her village and all that knew her. She
needed the strong summer breeze that she had missed to curl through her
hair and to wipe her face as she ran. The princess stopped and looked
behind her, noone had seen her escape.
'Good.'
She thought as she sped up her walk in to a flat out runn.
******
Captain John Smith stood, his dark haired wig lay on the ground beside him
as he sat by the river bank, there river bank. His sky blue eyes gazed at
his own slight tanned face and his golden hair caught the sun's equally
golden light just perfectly. He was thinking of her, thinking of how the
last time he had seen her was over six weeks before. He had kept away
then, for fear that she would have unknowingly given away his secret. As
he stared in the rippling water that was his reflection, he gasped in
surprise as he heard a crash in the bushes behind him and as he splashed in
to the shockingly cool water. As his blond head surfaced, he gazed in to
the unmistakenable dark eyes of his Pocahontas.
Her body was partly on top of his own, but for that brief moment, dark eyes
bore straight in to blue orbs. Pocahontas blinked a few times, getting off
of John while doing so.
"I, I'm sorry," she stuttered as she shook her head, her hair parshally
damp.
John still layed there, staring at his love; She was more beautiful than he
remembered, her skin and hair looking radient in the afternoon sunlight.
The deer skin dress that she wore, clung to her in all the places one hopes
it would and her eyes, her eyes were filled with surprise; but beneath
that, recognition.
"J-John?"
she inquired timidly
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 14*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Hi guys!!
Well, I hope you liked this chapter!!
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my favorite singer in the whole world,
Celine Dion!!!!!!!!! Today is her birthday, she's 36!!!!!!!!
Ok, you all now most likely think that I'm really wierd; but I'd also like
to dedicate this to my boyfriend cause I think this is the best chapter
that I've written of this story and plus its his favorite story that I'm
writing!!!!! And, he disserves the best!!!
Ok;please read and review!!! Thanks so much for all of you that take the
time to do just that!!!! They really mean a lot you all, thanks!!!!
