Pocahontas's POV
"I'm not going to let him hurt you." I said. And I wasn't. I wasn't going to stand aside and watch as John was cold-heartedly killed because he was different.
"Pocahontas, I'm not going to tell you again, MOVE." Father said and I looked at him, my eyes hard with determination.
"Don't you see, Father? I love him and I won't let you hurt him!" I said. I saw Nakoma's eyes widen in the crowd and I swallowed hard.
"Pocahontas, please, don't…" John whispered and I wanted to cry.
"No." I said, closing my eyes. A gentle breeze floated by and I knew it was my mother trying to talk some sense into my father, who still had his war club over his shoulder, ready to bring it down.
"I'm not going to let you do this." John said and I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"I can't live without you, John." I said and the tears began to fall.
John's POV
I wasn't going to let her die like this. I couldn't live without her either, but I didn't want her to die! Granted, I didn't want to die either, but if I had to, I didn't want it to happen to her, too.
"Please, Pocahontas, don't do this. Don't…" I said, but I knew Pocahontas, and she wasn't going to listen to me. Suddenly, I saw Powhatan raise his war club above his head with both hands. Pocahontas looked at him.
"My daughter speaks and acts with a wisdom beyond her years. We have all come here with anger in our hearts, but she comes with courage and understanding. From this day forward, if there is to be any more killing, it will not start with me." He said and put down his club. I sighed a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to kill me. And he wasn't going to kill Pocahontas.
Pocahontas's POV
Tears of happiness and relief replaced the ones of fear and sadness in my eyes.
"Release him." Father ordered and a warrior came forward with his knife and the ropes on John's wrists snapped. I rushed forward and hugged him.
"You're alive!" I whispered happily. John hugged me tightly.
"Pocahontas, promise me you'll never do hat again!" He said with a slight chuckle in his voice and I knew he was as happy to be free as I was that he was free.
"I promise." I said and he hugged me tighter. Suddenly, movement at the bottom of the cliff where John's people stood caught his and my attention. The big one grabbed a gun from one of the others and aimed…straight at my father. Before I had any time to think, John pushed Father out of the way just as the gun exploded. I watched in horror as John fell to the ground.
John's POV
Searing pain shot through my left side as I fell to the ground.
"John? John, please answer me!" It was Pocahontas. I pulled away my hand that was holding my side and saw that it was covered in blood. My blood.
"Oh no, John, hold on!" Pocahontas pleaded. I was breathing heavily. I could tell that I had already lost a lot of blood.
"Let me see, John." Pocahontas ordered and she moved my hand. She examined the wound and I yelped in pain.
"I'm so sorry!" She said, knowing she had hurt me. I hissed in pain and I breathed heavier.
"Breathe, John, breathe!" Pocahontas said and I took in a breath.
"I love you, Pocahontas." I said and then everything went black.
A/N- Cliffy, I know, but hey, that's a good place to end!
-Robin