Cherry and Pocahontas quickly went back to the village. Percy went with them, even if he wasn't one of them. There were rumors flooding around about Cherry and Pocahontas as Kocoum was taken to be healed, but he was now dead. Nakoma looked just as guilty as they did. John was being held hostage now.

"Your weapons are strong," Chief Powhatan told him. "But now our anger is stronger. At sunrise, he will be the first to die."

"But Father!" Pocahontas cried as she came with Cherry.

Chief Powhatan looked and glared at his daughter and guest. "I told you two to stay in the village!" he told them, sharply. "You disobeyed me! You have shamed your father!"

"It's not her fault, Chief!" Cherry piped up.

"This doesn't concern you," Chief Powhatan glared at her, then back at Pocahontas. "Because of your foolishness, Kocoum is dead! Take him away!"

Pocahontas and Cherry watched in horror as John was taken away to be locked up, then killed.

"Kocoum was just coming to protect us." Pocahontas defended.

"Guys, I sent Kocoum after you." Nakoma revealed. I was so worried about you. I-I thought I was doing the right thing."

"All this happened because of me," Pocahontas moped. "And now I'll never see John Smith again."

Nakoma felt guilty. She wanted to do the right thing but now her new and best friend were unhappy. She then knew what she had to do. Nakoma took Pocahontas's hand as Cherry took Pocahontas's other as they were about to be lead somewhere.

"Where are we going?" Cherry asked.

"Come with me." Nakoma said, leading them away.

Nakoma led the girls to a tent. It wasn't just any tent, they looked in to see where John Smith was held captive. Nakoma went to the guards to allow them to go free.

"Pocahontas and Cherry want to look into the eyes of the man who killed Kocoum." Nakoma told one of the guards.

The guards looked at each other. They then looked back at Nakoma.

"Be quick." one of them said.

Pocahontas and Cherry entered the tent as allowed. As they got in, they saw John tied up to one of the posts.

"Pocahontas, Cherry!" John happily greeted.

"Are you alright?" Cherry asked.

"I'll be fine."

"I'm so sorry." Pocahontas hugged John tight.

"For what?" John asked as he allowed her hug. "This? I've gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can't think of any right now, but-"

"It would've been better if we never met," Pocahontas cried. "None of this would've happened."

"Pocahontas, look at me," John urged her. Pocahontas did as he said and looked into his crystal blue eyes. "I'd rather die tomorrow than live 100 years without knowing you."

Cherry smirked. That was a little cheesy and romantic all in the same time. Cherry then saw time might have been up as she looked back and saw Nakoma poking her head in.

"I can't leave you." Pocahontas stroked John's face as she saw Nakoma too.

"You never will," John told her. "No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you forever."

Cherry smiled at them, then the girls quickly left before they would get in trouble. Pocahontas sighed as she didn't want this to happen. Cherry consoled her the very best she could as they went back into the village before they got in trouble again. As they sat together in their little tent, they heard the white men chanting and charging to battle against the Indians.

The girls felt powerless once the Indian men left to battle against the white men. This was like a horrible nightmare come true. Sunrise would be there before they knew it. The girls then decided to see Grandmother Willow, sure she couldn't stop it, but perhaps her advice would keep their spirits up.

"They're going to kill him at sunrise, Grandmother Willow." Pocahontas told the weeping willow tree.

"You have to stop them." Grandmother Willow said.

"We can't." Cherry said.

"Child, remember your dream." Grandmother Willow said to Pocahontas.

"I was wrong, Grandmother Willow, I followed the wrong path. I feel so lost."

Cherry looked sadly at her friend. She wanted to do something, but what could she do? Cherry then groaned as she got hit in the head as Meeko scattered and dropped something. Cherry then took out the compass and gasped as the wind blew around it. Cherry tugged Pocahontas's dress and handed her the compass.

"John Smith's compass." Cherry said.

"The compass?" Pocahontas wondered. She then looked closely and the wind spun the arrow around and around. "The spinning arrow..."

"It's the arrow from your dream!" Grandmother Willow exclaimed.

"I was right!" Pocahontas smiled. "It was pointing to him!"

"Pocahontas, it's almost sunrise!" Cherry pointed to the distant sky.

"Sunrise!" Pocahontas felt very confidant with Cherry now.

"It's not too late, child!" Grandmother Willow told Pocahontas. "Let the spirits of the Earth guide you! You have to stop them, you know your path, children, now follow it!"

"Come on!" Cherry called and ran with Pocahontas to the execution before the wars happened.

Cherry and Pocahontas ran across the forest with the wind following them as they went to stop the murder. Cherry tripped a few times and landed on her ankle in pain. Pocahontas stopped and carried Cherry in her arms for the remainder of the running. Chief Powhatan held a club to bash John in the head as John's men came.

"NO!" Cherry and Pocahontas called, then protected John.

"If you kill him, you'll have to kill us too!" Pocahontas demanded to her father.

"Girls, stand back." Chief Powathan demanded.

"We won't!" Cherry snarled.

"I love him, Father!" Pocahontas added, but much to everybody's shock. "Look around you! This is where the path of hatred has brought us! This is the path we choose, Father, what will yours be?"

Chief Powhatan looked around him. Everyone froze, unsure of what to do next. Powhatan had to admit his daughter was right, even her little friend. He felt the wind blow against him, making him sure of what to do.

"My daughter and her friend speak with wisdom beyond their years. We have all come here with anger in our hearts, but they come with courage and understanding. From this day forward, if there is to be more killing, it will not start with me. Release him!" he spoke to the crowds.

One of the guards cut the ropes that were tied behind John's back. John was happy he was now free and the Indians were happy of what had happened.

"Now's our chance!" Governor Radcliffe proclaimed. "Fire!"

"No!" Thomas shouted.

"What?" Radcliffe glared at him.

"They let him go," Thomas replied. "They don't want to fight."

"It's a trick, don't you see?" Radcliffe turned to the rest of the men. "Fire!" Everyone just stood there. They didn't listen to him. Thomas was right on their side too. Radcliffe then grabbed one of their guns in anger. "Fine! I'll settle this myself!" He then aimed for Cherry, much to her horror since she was only a child.

"NO!" John jumped and pushed Cherry out of the way. That was when Radcliffe shot his gun and shot John in the process. John then fell to the ground and grabbed himself in pain.

"JOHN!" Thomas cried.

Pocahontas rushed to him to check for any wounds. John had a wound in his side and stomach.

"You shot him!" Thomas snapped.

He stepped r-right into it," Radcliffe defended. "It's his own fault."

"Smith was right all along!" Ben sneered.

"We never should have listened to you!" Lon agreed.

"Get the gun!" Thomas demanded. "Put him in chains!"

"I'll have you all hanged for this!" Radcliffe yelled as he was taken away by the crew.