Chapter 21:

It was early; Pocahontas knew this fact as she stretched under her sleeping blanket and opened her dark eyes. Something had awakened her, though she wasn't sure what that something could have been.

"John?" she inquired as the sound of footsteps sounded outside her hut and the Indian woman looked up.

The footsteps stopped as John's name fell from her lips;

"John is that you?"

There was no answer as she shook the feeling off and closed her eyes once more, in order to go back to sleep. However hearing the hide strings of her hut snap and feeling the cool air on her face, made her reopen her eyes and sit straight up.

"Who's there?"

Pocahontas inquired as a figure lingered in the shadow of her doorway, not making a sound.

"Who's..."

The Indian woman was cut off as the figure lunged at her, covering her mouth so no one would hear her scream. Pocahontas forced her eyes to remain open as she struggled beneath his weight.

The man smiled evilly as he brought the knife towards her throat...

"Nooo!!!!"

Pocahontas screamed as she shot up in bed, panting and shaking from the nightmare that had seemed so real. Calming her breathing, the native woman glanced around her small hut, making sure that all was well before heaving a sigh of relief.

"Pocahontas?"

A soft female voice inquired after her outside of her hut.

"Pocahontas, are you alright?"

"Nakoma, is that you?"

"Yes."

"I'm fine, I'll be fine."

"Want me to come in?"

The native princess thought a moment before answering, "Yes, I'd like that."

Getting out from under her deer skin cover, Pocahontas crossed the small space towards the door and untied the strings in order to allow her friend to enter.

"Are you alright?"

Nakoma asked again as Pocahontas resecured the hut's door and Nakoma sat beside her best friend on the ground.

"I'm fine, I just had a bad dream," Pocahontas said.

"What did you dream about?"

"Well, I really don't know how to explain it."

"Come on Pocahontas, just try."

"Well, I dreamt that a man came in to my hut and was about to slit my throat. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth and laid on top of me."

Nakoma thought a moment before speaking, "maybe you should talk to Kikada about the dream? Perhaps he can give you some answers on it."

"Perhaps," Pocahontas said as she yawned and fell back onto the bed.

"Nakoma, why are you out so late?"

"What do you mean? I was asleep and I heard your scream."

"Nakoma," Pocahontas giggled, "you're still dressed in daytime clothing, why?"

Nakoma sighed then blushed at her friend's question.

"I was with Thomas."

"You were with Thomas?" Pocahontas inquired, sitting up to look at her friend.

"Yes, we met up and got to talking," Nakoma said.

"Just talking?" Pocahontas inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Just talking."

"No kissing?"

"No kissing."

"Oh, ok," Pocahontas replied as she laid back once more onto her bed.

"How are things between you and John Smith?"

"They're alright, I think he's hiding something from me though."

"Pocahontas," Nakoma laughed, "you're being so paranoid, that man would never keep anything from you."

"I know, but I saw him talking to Thomas today and ever since then he's been acting odd."

"Want me to ask him about it?"

"Yes," Pocahontas answered as she closed her eyes, "but I'm very tired, can we talk in the morning?"

"Sure," Nakoma rose and let herself out of the hut, making sure it was tightly secured before walking away and heading back to her own wigwam.

"Nakoma, what took you so long?"

Thomas whispered as she let herself in to her sleeping hut and sat down by her fire pit.

"It was Pocahontas, she had a nightmare."

"Oh," Thomas said as he joined her.

"Thomas, what did you tell John whenever you went to talk to him this morning?"

"Nothing Nakoma," Thomas replied.

"What did you tell him?"

"Nakoma, I'm not going to tell you, only the people..."

"Tell me!" Nakoma said through gritted teeth, her voice slightly raised.

The white man sighed and lowered his head, "someone is after Pocahontas, Ratcliff hired someone to kill her."

"Hmmm, and none of you told Pocahontas?"

"No, we didn't want her to worry."

"It's too late for that, since that is what her dream was about. We take dreams very seriously in our tribe Thomas, it means something's coming."

"It was only a dream Nakoma," Thomas said as he got to his feet, "I have to go."

"Who is, assigned, to carry out the plan?" Nakoma inquired, choosing her words carefully.

"I honestly don't know, but I'll keep spying and let yu..."

"You mean you'll let John know," Nakoma finished for him.

"Nakoma, it's for your safety as well, we can't have many people knowing things."

"Thomas she is..."

The native woman's words were cut off as Thomas placed a firm kiss on her lips;

"Stop your protesting," he said before turning quickly and leaving the hut.

Nakoma watched him until she couldn't see him anymore, and then darted back in to her wigwam, unaware of the man in the shadows that had saw, and overheard everything. The Indian man slipped past the woman's hut, and out of his village on his way to Jamestown.

A/N: Well all, the date is 9/22/2004, exactly 1 year since this story has been published on this sight!!!!!!!!!

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