Finally! I got a chapter for this story up! I'll work on "Hoping for Hope" next... :)
Anyways, I'm terribly, horribly sorry for keeping you guys waiting. I'll try not to delay the next chapter this long.
Oh, and sorry if this is a really crappy chapter. ^.^; I've been doing bits and pieces of it for weeks so... yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, any of its characters, Pocahontas, or "Colours of the Wind".
Colours of the Wind
I looked up at the owner of the pair of boots and saw the silver-haired man staring down at me.
Crying out, I struggled to get up and back towards the water, my hair and clothes dripping.
"G-Go away," I stuttered, scared for my life. "Leave me alone!"
The silver-haired man said nothing; he just watched me with his purple eyes. We stood quietly for a while. I didn't know whether to run or wait for him to say something.
"I'm Vaughn," the man said suddenly.
I looked at him. "Vaughn?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
These people have the strangest names, I thought. Taro, Mark, Vaughn...
Vaughn nodded. "Are you Chelsea or Nidawi?" he asked.
"Nidawi," I said haughtily.
"Everyone's been calling you Chelsea," he said.
"Well that's not my name!" I snapped. "Not anymore! It hasn't been for fourteen years!"
There was silence.
"Why don't you come with me?" Vaughn asked suddenly. "Why don't you come live with us, back to where you belong? With your help we can drive the savages away and keep the land for ourselves."
I glared at him. "Never!" I cried. "I will never betray my people! Especially not for the likes of you!"
Marching right past him, I stormed into the forest, shoving leaves and branches out of my way.
"Chelsea!" Vaughn cried. I could hear him running after me, so I began to walk faster.
The trees started to thin out, and suddenly I was in the middle of a clearing. When Vaughn reached it, I spun around on my heel and pointed at him.
"You think I'm an ignorant savage! And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so... But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me... How can there be so much that you don't know?"
I motioned to the gun slung on his back, and started walking away.
"You don't know..."
Vaughn's footsteps made hardly any sound as he walked. We ended up on top of the mountain. I looked at the buildings that the white men had made, and watched their people bustle around, hardly knowing they were taking away our land.
"You think you own whatever land you land on; the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim, but I know every rock and tree and creature, has a life, has a spirit, has name!"
I put my hand gently on one of the mountain's rocks, and continued down, back towards the forest. At the bottom, we met a mountain lion, and Vaughn grabbed his gun and aimed at it.
"You think the only people who are people... Are the people who look and think like you."
Reaching out, I lowered the gun and he looked at me, confused.
"But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew, you never knew..."
Our eyes followed the mountain lion as it slinked away, and I grabbed Vaughn's wrist and pulled him along.
"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins?"
I looked up at the darkening sky, smiling at the moon and stars.
"Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colours of the wind? Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?"
Opening my arms wide, I felt a breeze blow across my face and into my hair. I grabbed Vaughn's wrist again, and ran through the forest with him, smacking branches out of the way and jumping over logs.
"Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest! Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth! Come roll in all the riches all around, and for once, never wonder what they're worth!"
I pulled Vaughn down a hill, and we rolled into a soft pile of grass and leaves. Getting up, we ran through the field and into a river, resurfacing near a waterfall.
"The rainstorm and the river are my brothers! The heron and the otter are my friends! And we are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends!"
I swam to the edge of the water and raced to a sycamore tree, grabbing onto one of its lowest branches, and putting one of my feet on the other. I began climbing, and waited for Vaughn to join me.
"How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down then, you'll never know..."
At the top of the tree, I poked my head through the leaves and stared at the sky, its view unaltered by trees and leaves.
"And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon! For whether we are white, or copper skinned... We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains! We need to paint with all the colours of the wind..."
Quickly, I climbed down the tree and jumped when I was almost to the ground. Vaughn landed right beside me, and I scooped up a handful of dirt and placed it in his own hands.
"You can own the Earth and still, all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colours of the wind..."
I grabbed both of his wrists this time, dumping the earth for him, and pulling him onto his feet.
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