AUTHORS NOTE: Jesus Christ! *someone calls down, "Yes?" I look up in dismay* umm... Its an expression... *Jesus turns away, "Oh... Just call if you need me!" dissapears back into heaven* ---Well... ANNYYYWAYS! I am sooo sorry, I said yesturday that I would post up chapter two, but after dinner, I was stuck cleaning the house! I'm sorry guys... Well... I seemed no one even read it... Ready for more? I plan to make this story in a good trilogy, you know? Like, book one, book two. Ect. I wanna keep this book nice and active, so it would mean alot to know that others are actually reading this. It keeps me going, so please review and rate, I need a little more confidence, because I merely just made my first chapter, I feel a little shy on my second... Enjoy! Review & Rate! *......Breaks down crying* PLEASE REVIEW!!!
NOTE: Okay well, this chapter gets a bit more on Pocohontas' side, where she is remembering her past. If you see a paragraph in italics, then it means that its a thought, or memory. If its a flashback, I'll be sure to write, "Flashback" and when it goes back to story, "End of Flashback" And not to mention, when I write that the natives are speaking (and I write it in Engllish) its becuase I want you to understand what they are saying. They're not actually speaking English, they are speaking Native. In this chapter, we begin to tell of the next day, in Pocohontas' view. So, today is the day that Rattcliffe is going to sail with his crew, and its the same day that John has to decide to come or not. Okay? Clear enough? Good ^_^
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Chapter Two: A Heck of a Long Day!
The morning sun wasn't just shining in London, in fact, far away, somewhere across the ocean lay an even more beautifully lit place...
Through the forest came an excited sound of a horn blowing. Nequat, the native who was put on the important job of look-out, took a deep breath and blowed hard into the shell he used as a horn. Immediantly, the other man standing to the oppisite hill heard. Running down a bit of the mountain he was standing on, the native scout came full-out infront of everyone, giving the signal of arrival with a similar horn. Women from the harvest lands instantly heard the call they had been awaiting for so long. With cheerful cries and chats of excitement ringing out from the hurrieng women, they picked up they're crop-filled baskets, running happily towards where the land met water. All the excitement woke the quiet village and it wasn't long until everyone from the village had learned of the grand arrival. Ah, what an arrival it is, the Chief Powhatan and a group of hard-working warriors entered the scene, standing proud in they're canoes, waving with big smiles at the homeland they had been away from in war.
Men took notice of all the cheers and, with a last stab at a fish, they too, took the food they had collected and retired from they're morning harvests, joining in the celebration and eager cries of joy. Kekata, the healer, and the teacher of whose children he taught in the ways of spirits, had finished they're small lesson, tossing the smoke that had gathered up in the air, with a seemingly magic force, making it it the shape of a rabbit. The native kids giggled before looking around to all the commosion. A curious little girl turned to Teacher Kekata, "Wise Kekata?" The old man smiled at her and with a nod, listened to her little voice spring, "Why is everyone so excited?" Looking around in shock, he realised that everyone had retired from they're jobs, all heading down to the canoeing grounds, ringing out happy sounds and voices. Kekata striaghtened up and glanced curiously down the hill they sat on, to find that Powhaton's crew had already docked. The wise man turned to the confused children with a smile, answering the young girl's question earlier, "Come now children. It appears Powhaton has returned." A young boy gasped, "Does that mean our fathers are back too?" Kekata smiled and hulled his aged body from the ground to stand up, "Perhaps. Come, let us see." And with that, the little class was dissmissed, they too joining in the joyful songs that rang out amongst the villagers. Ketaka smiled softly to himself as he followed the children to the crowd, "My, the sun seems to shine so brightly, I hope this means good luck!" Sighing, he too, was soon singing along with the native tunes. Everyone, from the children playing in the clearings, to the men and women harvesting and hunting, all came to gather at the joyous crowd that sang excitedly around the returning soldiers, fathers and Chief, everyone welcoming them back with smiles, hugs and kisses.
The Chief took action once the canoes hit land. Walking, head high, onto the clear ground. The soldiers joined him on land, stepping off the canoes as well, they we're all embraced by the loving hugs and kisses of they're wives and familes. Powhatan stepped through the elated crowd as everyone everyone seemed to cheer, clearing a path for him to trott on in respect. He looked back at his happy people and dissapeared through the worshiping crowd, slightly sad at the missing scene of his own wife greeting him. With a sigh, his little walk stopped, coming to an end infront of Kekata, the healer and most-trusted native with welcoming hands and a large smile on his face. "Chamawinka, Powhaton." He said in his soft voice. Cheif's voice boomed out in response, his voice filled in happiness and joy, "Ei, weweiton, Kekata." The older man smiled, noticing his kind expression holding a sense of worry. From the corner of his eye, Powhatan noticed Kekata's glance on him and re-assured him with his next words, "It's good to be home..." In a slight, un-convincing voice. Parashing the thought, he raised his arms to grab hold of everyones attention. Having found everyone's eyes on him, he spoke loud and clear to his people, "Tes, Chemai! The Masawomiks are defeated!" He exclaimed with triumpth, raising the hand that held his staff to add more affect. He spread his arms, to indicate the others that helped in the war now passed, "With the help of our brothers, our villages are safe again!" The crowd around him cheered in unison, proud of they're victory and happy of they're protection.
Ketaka smiled at his Cheif's proud words, it seemed with every day of his aging life, the cheif was becoming more bold, and seemed almost ready to fully-accept the death of his beloved wife. More native words we're exchanged until Ketaka put a hand on Powhatan's shoulder, taking him out of his proud gaze amongst his villagers, "Your return has brought much joy to the village." His eyes softened and Cheif respectfully smiled. The healer gently placed a hand over his heart to indicate where exactly all the joy had gone towards. He gestured a hand towards some of the natives who we're still basking in the happiness of the return, a soldier hugging his children made the Cheif smile with a more soft look. Suddenly, he came to realisation and looked eagerly again to the crowd, "Yes, but they'res one smiling face I don't see." trying his best too seem calm and not worried and dissapointed. Finally giving up to himself, he turned to Kekata with a hint of worry in his strong voice, "Where is my daughter?" The old man grinned at the question, knowing it would come soon, "You know Pocohontas, she has her mothers spirit" and as if on que, the playful wind came, carrying a little group of oddly colored leaves, to announce its arrival, "She goes wherever the wind takes her..." The breeze carried on through-out the lively forest, as if trying to seek someone they needed to find and praise.
"Meeko, stay here, I need to see if my mother is here. I feel as if she has news to tell me." The tan-skinned beauty spoke to the little raccoon. Meeko, as if understanding, nodded his head and chittered a little noise, only to find that his human-friend had already climbed up the small ledge that sat infront of him, marking the end of the mountain they had gone up. Meeko chittered to himself, thinking with a gurgle of his stomach, Well if she gets to speak to her mom... My stomach gets too speak to some berries! And with that, he glanced around and hopped un-gracefully into a berry bush, filling his fat, little stomach with the sweet prizes that grew on the brambles. Pocohontas, meanwhile had stood, desperately waiting for the contact of her mother's spirit, feeling her gentle hands wrap around her in a swirling breeze, with the same, magically colored leaves that flew through the excited crowds of the beachs. Her long, silky-black hair flew back gently blowing in the teasing wind. Pocohontas stood more straight and allowed the wind to embrace her with the soft kiss-like touches it gave. She closed her eyes, feeling more energy than she had before coming in contact with her mothers spirit. The joy inside her grew and she wished that the world had stopped, leaving only the two of them together, with whisper-like hugs and small breezed-kisses. Pocohontas had finally felt the joy she had been missing for so long since her father had left to war. Having her mother in the spirit world, made it seem like she only got this connected feeling in odd times... Or happy times...
But suddenly the wind vanished, as did the spirit of her mother, leaving only the still-bracing tanned women at the top of the mountain, only remembering how just a while ago she had felt the breeze and carressing touch of her family and they're ancestors, left alone once more. But she was not alone... "Pocohontas!" called a voice from below the tall rock. Instincitvely to the call of her name, the beautiful lady turned her head down to meet the waving hands of Nakoma. Recieving no other reply than the look she got back, the women below cupped her hands to her mouth, as if trying to make her voice echo more clearly over the water of which her canoe was floating on. Once again hearing no reply, she continued her cry, "Come down here!" knowing very well that her friend had an adventurous spirit, Nakoma did not expect Pocohontas to oblige so easily. Flit suddenly came out of no-where, probobly from spotting that old fatty, Meeko in the bush. Pocohontas looked excitedly at the little humming bird that fluttered beside her head, "He's back Flit!" she exclaimed, obviously elated. She dissappeared with a flick of her black hair, back a few steps from the rock. Flit thought of her to climb back down the mountain and instincively flew past her, only to fly past Meeko, still in the berry-bush, munching on some cherries. Flit hummed angirly and seized the oppertuinity when the raccoon through a cherry in the air, fluttered up and caught the berry through the sharp end of his beak. With a squeekish hum, Flit and Meeko turned they're attention to Pocohontas who happily told them to follow her. The raccoon and humming bird ate the berries they had taken and followed curiously after. Having only understanding a bit of what the humans said, the creatures we're confused on exactly why the native women had become to joyful and anxious to go back to the village.
Pocohontas looked down the moutain's grassy edge, before realising that it would take longer. She sub-conciously made up a mind-blowing decision and began running speedly towards the oppisite edge of the humongous mountain. And with a reply that came as a shock to Nakoma (who waited patiently in the canoe over the water for her friend to climb down), Pocohontas swiftly jumped down from her mountain perch, shaping her hands into a smooth dive. As the beautiful body came to fly over the steep hill, Nakoma raised her hands over her eyes, disbelife and worry trasing the tones of her voice, "NO! NOT THAT WAY!" But it was too late, Pocohontas was already peircing the air, with a calm expression, she braced against the force of gravity and penetrated the surface of the water, smoothly swimming through the river. Nakoma sighed, knowing with relief that this was not the first time Pocohontas had done something crazy, and she would most-likely end up safe. With a sigh, she looked around, expecting her friend to burst out of the water, with a smug smile, "Show-off." Back on top of the mountain, Flit tsk'ed the dangerous behaviour, Why on earth would a human do something so stupid? Peh! And they call us, Birdbrain! Looking back with a calm smile, he realised that Meeko was not in the bush anymore, and without any time to understand it... Meeko sped right past him with a loud, "RRREEEERRR!" of excitement. Flit spun around and watched in horror as the stupid raccoon began making his less-graceful jump, suddenly coming to realise his actions, Meeko began panicking like the idiot he is. The corageous hummingbird was there in a split second, scowling at Meeko for such an idiotic action before suddenly being grabbed and used as a sheild against the water that undebtfully collided with them.
A large "SPLASH!" was heard and Nakoma turned away from her search to find Pocohontas before suddenly spotting her slim figure and turning back to the water. "Pocohontas?" she said unsurely, realsing with horror that its been a good couple of minutes, with still no sign of her friend. "Are you alright?" she said with a more urgent tone, now frightened at the thought of the Chief's daughter drowning. And again, Nakoma's stubborn attituide took control of her worried tone, "Well you better be, cuz' I'm not coming in after you!" Suddenly a pair of hands roughly shoved the canoe and it flipped, throwing a certain suprised women into the water with a cry, "Ye-AWOAH!" Pocohontas re-surfaced her head, taking a normal breath as if the minutes she spent in the water were nothing compared to how long she really could have stayed. She giggled and per-pously took a mouthful of water before surfacing again under the canoe, watching with flickering eyes as her friend coughed from her un-expected plunge in the water. With a playful emotion, she sputtered out, "Don't you think we're -cough- getting a little -sputter- too old for -cough- this?" Pocohontas' only reply was her spitting out the water she held in her mouth. And with a moment of silence, Nakoma registered what had just happened and began splashing revengfully back.
The two giggled playfully and continued until Nakoma ordered the canoe to be flipped back over to the way it should be... But little did the women know that the silly raccoon, Meeko had already clampered on to the over-turned boat, gasping breathlessly. Then suddenly, out of the water sprung the little hummingbird, Flit! And my, oh my... He was NOT happy that he was used as the water-shield. With eyes bellowing in rage, he spotted the oppertuine moment to get back at Meeko. With the raccoon busy trying to clamper onto the boat, Flit reeled back and flew full-speed, directly aiming for the one place that would make Meeko scream in pain... His. Furry. Butt. With rage, anger, and revenge boiling inside him, he hit hard into what he thought was the backside of the raccoon... Only to find that Meeko had already slipped back into the water, in the nick-of-time, leaving Flit to crash his beak deep into the wooden underside of the canoe. Luckily, it was still overturned, giving Flit the advangate of being OUT of the water... But that wasn't going to last long... Flit fell limp, still in rage, finding his beak stuck in wood and missing the opertuine moment for revenge. From underneath the canoe, Nakoma's playful voice rang out, "Help me turn this thing over!" she exclaimed in native tounge, Pocohontas laughed and Flit could understand a few of the words that the humans had spoken..."..... Turn, Over..." Flit's eyes went wide in fright, realising that they we're going to flip the canoe back. In no time at all, Flit's thoughts were proven correct, and Nakoma and Pocohontas heaved the little boat onto it's rightful position... Giving Flit the (hint sarcasam) "oh so wonderful* view of the river's endless bottem of water. The submerged humming-bird sighed in defeat as Meeko and the native women began to paddle off. This... Flit thought, was gonna' be a heck of a long day...