Chapter Eight- Powhatan's Council

Pocahontas walked out of the settlement angry, but as soon as she set foot outside of Jamestown, the tears began to fall. She couldn't bear to see John in pain. She just couldn't. She took off running, but not for home. She ran to Grandmother Willow. When she reached the glade, she sank to the snow and cried. Grandmother Willow appeared.

"Pocahontas, what's wrong?" She asked. Pocahontas looked up.

"Something horrible has happened, Grandmother Willow! John's been arrested for treason! And they're going to hang him!" Grandmother Willow's eyes softened.

"Oh Pocahontas. I am so sorry." She put a vine around Pocahontas's shoulders. Pocahontas continued to cry, letting the hot tears run down her cheeks to the cold snow on the forest ground.

"But that's not all, Grandmother Willow. I just came from Jamestown. They hurt him, badly. They whipped him, Grandmother Willow, whipped him! Now, to go with about three broken ribs, he has a sore and cut up back! What am I going to do? And in about three weeks, I'm going to England to speak with the king to try and save John's life." Pocahontas said, wiping the tears away. "I'm scared to go. I'll have Nakoma and Thomas and of course Meeko, Percy and Flit, but I'm scared for John. What if I can't save him? What if I'm too late when I get back? What if the king won't listen to me? What if it doesn't work? What if…"

"What if the sky turns to fire and your nose falls off?" Grandmother Willow said, making Pocahontas smile a little and stop asking rambling questions of fear. "You'll be fine. It will work. I know it will. But as for right now, John needs you." Grandmother Willow said. Pocahontas smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Grandmother Willow."

…oOo…

Powhatan watched his daughter go into her hut sadly. It hurt him to see her like this. He knew what she was feeling. It was the same thing that he was feeling. He was as worried about John as she was. He put his hand in the air to quiet the village councilmen and elders who had gathered before him.

"My brothers. I have called this meeting to discuss a very important matter." He said loud for all of his brothers to hear.

"It is about John Smith. He had been imprisoned by his own people for a crime he did not commit." Powhatan said after a murmurs came from the small crowd of people.

"What do you propose we do, Chief Powhatan?" One of the warriors, Majuh, asked.

"That is why I called this council meeting. I do not want war with the white men. But I cannot bear to see my daughter in this state of grief she is in." Powhatan said, shaking his head.

"What do you suggest, Kekata?" Another warrior asked. Kekata sighed.

"I can see that this is hurting Pocahontas. I suggest we try to rescue John. Reason with his captors." Kekata said.

"Thank you, Kekata." Powhatan said. He hoped, for his daughter's sake, that he could reason with the white men.

A/N- Hey, ya'll! What do you think so far? I hope you like it! I've been thinking…(uh oh) and I might kill off John…WHAT AM I SAYING? How can I kill off John? I could never do that! But how in the world is Pocahontas going to get it through that Big Headed King's head that John is innocent? You know what they say; you're innocent until you're proven guilty. Anyway, please review!

Oh, and right now, because I haven't done it yet and because I don't want to do it again:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Disney's Pocahontas. I own only Eric Dawson's name. But I mean, come on, he's a living character in this story so I can only own his name!