Chapter Nineteen- Wendy Smith
"Wendy? Wendy, open up!" Peter said as he knocked on Wendy Smith's door.
"Peter? What is it?" Wendy asked, opening the door. Pocahontas could see that she looked like Peter. She had long brown hair that was tied back in a tail, but her eyes were a softer green that Peter's bright ones.
"We need your help." Peter said.
"Peter Smith. Who are they?" Wendy whispered.
"Those are friends of John's." Peter said. Wendy then realized who she had at her door step.
"You're Pocahontas, aren't you?" Wendy asked. Pocahontas nodded.
"Yes. I am."
"It's good to finally meet you, Pocahontas. John talked of no one else when he was here." Wendy said, shaking her hand.
"Thank you, it's good to meet you, too." Pocahontas said.
"Peter told me of what's going to happen to John. I am so sorry. I wish there was something I could do." Wendy said. She loved her brother and she knew what Pocahontas was going through.
"There is something you can do. You can help me speak with the king to save John. Please, Wendy, we need your help." Pocahontas said. "Your father isn't much of a help."
"He never has been. How will we get you into the palace?" Wendy asked. Everyone turned to Peter.
"John said that Peter would have to help us." Nakoma said, once again reading Pocahontas's mind.
"Me?" Peter asked.
"Yes, you. You work at the palace, Peter! You can get them in!" Wendy said.
"I guess I could. But I can't do it alone."
"You aren't alone. You have us." Pocahontas said.
"No, you don't understand. I'll need our father's help."
"But why?" Pocahontas asked.
"Because I only work as a guard. The king would not listen to me. I work outside patrolling, not inside protecting the king. My father is on the king's jury. The king will actually listen to him." Peter explained.
"Great. This is just great. You're father is not going to help us! We already tried!" Pocahontas cried, throwing her arms up in frustration while her eyes filled with unwanted tears.
"He might. We need to talk to him." Wendy said.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Peter grumbled under his breath.
"I don't know what I'll do without John if he dies!" Pocahontas wailed. She hadn't heard a word Wendy had said. Nakoma put an arm around her friend.
"Don't worry. Somehow, we'll get in to see the king without Samuel Smith's help." She assured her.
"Right, we don't need him." Thomas said.
"Right. We don't." Wendy and Peter agreed.
"Don't need who?" A voice asked. Everyone whirled around to see Samuel Smith standing behind them.
A/N- Wow, Peter and Wendy are different yet alike. Like…twins. Oh well. gasp John's father! What does he want? What is he doing? Why is he there?