The villagers were all in shock as Kocoum's body was brought over to Powhatan, who angrily demanded. "Who did this?"

"Pocahontas was out in the woods." explained one of the warriors as they brought John to their chief. "Kocoum went to find her and this white man attacked them."

Powhatan stared at John coldly.

"Your weapons are strong." he said, pointing his spear at John's neck. "But now our anger is stronger."

Then, he looked up to his people and announced. "At sunrise, he will be the first to die!"

"But, Father!"

At the sound of his daughter's voice, Powhatan turned to her with anger in his eyes.

"I told you to stay in the village." he said. "You disobeyed me! You have shamed your father!"

"I was only trying to help." explained Pocahontas.

"Because of your foolishness, Kocoum is dead!" lashed Powhatan, who, then, said to his warriors. "Take him away!"

The warriors took John with them and followed their chief back to the village, as well as the other villagers, minus Nakoma, who had walked over to Pocahontas, who had dropped to her knees in sadness, saying. "Kocoum was just coming to protect me."

"Pocahontas...I sent Kocoum after you." confessed Nakoma. "I was worried about you. I thought I was doing the right thing."

"All of this happened because of me." Pocahontas said sadly. "And now, I'll never see John Smith again."

Feeling sorry for her friend, Nakoma took her hand, saying. "Come with me."

Back inside the village, she led Pocahontas to a secluded hut, where two guards stood in the doorway.

"Pocahontas wants to see the man who killed Kocoum." she told them.

At first, the guards, who were unsure about this, looked at each other. But Pocahontas was the daughter of the chief, so...

"Make it quick." said one of the guards.

Pocahontas went inside the hut and found John sitting alone in the ground, tied to a post as the moonlight shined down on him.

She walked over to him and gently lifted his head.

"Pocahontas!" exclaimed John, whom Pocahontas glanced at and wrapped him in her arms, whispering. "I'm so sorry."

"For what, this?" asked John. "I've gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can't think of any right now, but…"

"It would've been better if we'd never met," said Pocahontas. "None of this would've happened."

"Pocahontas, look at me." said John. "I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you."

"Pocahontas?" called Nakoma from outside the hut.

Unfortunately, it was time to go. But Pocahontas didn't want to, fearing that this would be the last time she would see John.

"I can't leave you."

"You never will." assure John. "No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you. Forever."

So Pocahontas left, but not before John kissed her palm.

The last he saw of Pocahontas was her shadow walking away.