Chapter One

Pocahontas ran through the corn field. The winter wind blew in her face, making her skin ripple. The dead stalks rustled as she ran towards the Jamestown settlement.

Something's happened, I can feel it! She thought as she ran.

The months since John Smith had left had flown by for Pocahontas, and for that, she was thankful. She had missed him terribly, and still did. But something inside her had told her to live each day as if he was still there, and she had done just that.

But she still couldn't get over the fact that she had found love and lost it all in the time of a week.

"Hurry!" She said to Flit, who buzzed loyally beside her right shoulder. Meeko bound after her as well. Pocahontas crashed through the brush of the forest. She was almost there.

Her moccasin-covered feet pounded the frozen earth as she ran on. A blanket of snow had fallen the night before, but most of it had melted. Pocahontas knew spring was only a few short weeks away.

The trees began to clear as she neared the shore where the Jamestown settlement stood. She could see the tall wall of the settlement. She slowed into a walk and stopped as she came to the wall. She walked around the settlement towards the front entrance.

Suddenly, she stopped short. She could scarcely believe what stood in front of her.

It was a ship at port. Pocahontas smiled and ran towards the port, searching out Thomas.

"Thomas!" She called. She spotted him at the end of the dock and she walked towards him. "Thomas!"

Thomas turned around. "Morning, Pocahontas!" He said.

"Wingapo, Thomas." Pocahontas said.

"How's everything going in the village?"

"Well, thank you. How are things going here?"

"Well enough. The supply ship just got back!" Thomas said. He looked at Pocahontas's face. He knew what question she had. "And I'm sorry, but no letter came from John today."

Disappointment flashed in Pocahontas's eyes. She hadn't heard from John since he had left, and Pocahontas was beginning to worry.

"Oh." She said softly. "Thank you, Thomas."

Pocahontas turned to go. Thomas watched her go. He was feeling a little guilty about not telling her that John had actually returned, but John had asked him not to. And he hadn't lied to her. He had said that no letter had come from John, and no letter had. He sighed and turned back around. Maybe he had a letter from his family waiting for him…

...oOo...

Pocahontas walked away from the Jamestown settlement towards Grandmother Willow. She didn't know why she had had a feeling that something wonderful had happened, but she had.

As she neared the old tree, she sighed. She climbed up on the stump and was about to begin speaking when there was a loud crack above her head, and then a man tumbled from the tree.

"I told you to be careful!" Grandmother Willow said, appearing, apparently talking to the man. Pocahontas stared at the man, who groaned and sat up on the ground, rubbing his head.

Pocahontas stared at him, and she felt her heart flop and warm up at if it had been placed near a fire. Then she yelled out,

"John?!"

I couldn't resist! I had to make him fall out of Grandmother Willow!

Boy, does it feel good to be back to Pocahontas fanfiction! I still have my MTR fic to finish, people, but I am making an honest effort to update Finding Love. Look for it soon! I think I might change the name...and I have interviews to write...I'll have to do those this weekend, seeing as today was busy and now that my school has been threatened yet again with a bomb threat (why we have to wear lanyards and IDs, have cameras, and now get searched, and wait outside in the freezing cold until they decide to let us in, and if we don't have our ID, we don't get into the building) I'll be on my toes for the rest of the week. Bummer for me...

Anyway, please review!

-Robin