Who's my father?

Johanna was walking really fast for she wanted to go to Nakoma's village as fast as she could. She thought she would have a chance to learn with more details who her mother really was and what Thomas still hides from her. She thought of Nakoma as a very good and carrying friend. Reaching the village, she noticed a very old Native man, sitting outside his tent. He was tall and grand and Johanna felt awe because of him. She came near him and asked politely:

"Excuse me, I suppose you speak English, don't you?".

The man, wise and tired, open his eyes and stood up. He didn't seem to be surprised to see a white person in front of him, because lots of people must have visited the village before, as Johanna assumed.

"Yes, I speak. Kind of. What you want to know?", he answered using broken English.

"Well, I am happy about that. I am searching for a woman named Nakoma", she said.

"I tell you where she is but tell me your name first", he told.

Johanna nodded her head, she smiled awkwardly and put her hair behind her ear.

"I am so sorry, where are my manners, my name is Johanna".

The chief gazed at the horizon. He seemed sad and disappointed. After some moments of silent Johanna tried to tell something to break the ice " So…" but the man stopped her by saying " I am the chief. My name is Powhatan. Nakoma is in here", and he showed her the tent opposite of him. "I met someone once named John. I guess Johanna and John are the same".

Johanna tried to understand and finally said "Yes, Johanna is the female version of John".

The chief looked at her like he was depressed of her answer. He couldn't believe the white faces couldn't understand the meaning of what he was saying, they seemed so shallow.

"I mean by heart", he added and left.

Johanna was confused of their meeting; she thought it was kind of a dream because the man disappeared quickly. His words were meaningful but the slow and low tone of his voice showed a man who pained inside.

She then rubbed her forehead and entered the tent. Nakoma was there, sleeping. Johanna knew what she was going to do wasn't right but she thought they owed her answers and the truth, even more, so she decided to look for any evidence which could be found in the tent.

She was searching for much time but she couldn't find anything. She was about to give it up when her eyes caught something circle. "A compass", she whispered "How on earth could a native American use a compass?." She didn't have any idea how this compass would have helped her, but there was something about this compass. As she was taking it she dropped some things on the floor and Nakoma straightly woke up.

"Johanna, what are you doing here?" she asked, fully surprised.

"I…I… I want to learn the truth. Thomas told me that my mother was a native and loved a man, named John Smith, before my father, John Rolfe. But there is something Thomas isn't saying and I have not regretted that I was curious and looked around your room because you have been lying to me for all my life and I have no consciences for being so rude", Johanna screamed.

Nakoma went fast near her, hugged her and told "Calm down baby, I will tell you everything".

Then, she took Johanna's hand and the both went out of the village. They were walking for hours, when they finally reached a house. It was so mysterious, like it was haunted, it was devastated and old. The garden was full of darnels and there were spiders on the windows. The door was broken.
"What's this place?" Johanna thought as she was shivering.

"This is where you'll find your answers", Nakoma told her, answering the question Johanna hadn't make.

They entered. Johanna felt something, she felt as if she had been there in the past but she didn't dare to ask, she was afraid of the answer.

The native woman opened the floor (there was a space filled with a brick) and took 3 "books" (at least this is what Johanna thought).

"My baby, sit here", she whispered and added "There are 1 diary, 1 journal and some letters. You will understand more, I can't talk about the past, I pain, but these things can. Read them please", she advised the young woman with tears in her eyes.

Johanna opened the journal in the middle and read some words:
"I am so happy. I and my love, Pocahontas, stopped fighting and I think we can live happily for the rest of our lives. We are waiting our first baby.

J.S."

Johanna was broken inside. She couldn't understand, or she didn't want to understand. J.S. weren't the first letters of her father's name but still this man had a baby with her mother. Could her mother have a baby with another man? Could Johanna have a stepsister or a stepbrother?

"I have a sister or a brother" she told with deep hoarse voice.

But then she looked at the date which was written on this page of the journal.

"December 14th 1614"

Pocahontas or Rebecca as she knew her could not be pregnant at the same time she was about to have her.

Johanna was lost, looking on the floor, everything around her was black, an abyss. She suddenly raised her eyes and whispered "The man on the painting. He was named John Smith.. J.S.". She turned to Nakoma desperately begging her to tell her that J.S. was the first letters of a nickname her father John Rolfe had but Nakoma didn't answer. She was just trying to hug her, to hold her hand.

Johanna screamed "Tell me please" and fell on the floor but she stood up as soon as Nakoma held her hand. Disgusted by the lies pulled her hand away and ran out of the dark room. She was running not knowing where she was going, she was just angry, desperate, destroyed. She was running, running and running, falling on the street, standing up again. She had blood on her hands by the falls but this was nothing, considering that she learnt something that changed all her point of you, for all she new, all she believed was over. As she was running to the sea, she fell with great force over a young man.

"Hey, watch out", told a brown haired man, with big, almond- shaped blue-green eyes.

Johanna didn't apologize, she didn't even hear him, she just kept running, she had almost reached her destination.

The man immediately understood that something was going on and followed her, he about to reach her but she slapped him and ran even faster. Finally, he had lost her in the crowd (who were watching them thinking they were crazy). But then he thought that the path the strange woman was following. Knowing that this path leads to the sea and being afraid of what he believed the woman was about to do, he ran again with great speed to the sea…