Virginia
1607
"I had a nice evening Cocoum," Pocahontas said, as they stood at the edge of their village.
"As did I Pocahontas," Cocoum replied as he leaned closer to her.
"Oh look!" Pocahontas exclaimed as she made her eyes travel towards the sky.
"At what?"
"At the moon, it's full tonight, it's beautiful," Pocahontas answered, thanking the goddess of the moon.
"I'm not interested in the moon," Cocoum said and before Pocahontas could distract him she stood through Cocoum's lips being on her own as his hand held hers.
Pocahontas pulled back, "We need to get back to the village."
"Forget the village, for one night," Cocoum said, his black eyes bearing into her own.
"Cocoum," Pocahontas said harshly, "You do not have the right to take me before our marriage, you know that!"
The warrior gasped and quickly withdrew his hand, "Forgive me Pocahontas, you are so beautiful that I tend to forget myself."
"Well, stop it," she shot back, her anger driving her words. She turned from him, and began walking through the cornfields and back to her village.
"Pocahontas," Cocoum's voice called for her but she didn't turn to look at him. She smiled as Cocoum began to follow her, muttering words which no respectable indian woman should hear, under his breath.
She laughed and turned to face him, "Odd Cocoum, I think those exact phrases everytime I must be near you or endore your lips."
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Pocahontas securely shut the flap of leather on her wigwam and crossed the floor and picked up some wood in order to stoak her small fire. She sighed, and layed down under the light deer skin blanket and closed her eyes. Her body felt emotionally drained, she didn't know how long she could pretend to be happy, how long she could handle the stress of being a prisoner within herself.
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Trees, leaves, the hard forest ground hit her feet as she ran, the color green distorted her vision but her feet still pounded the earth. Wind whirled in front of her, first starting to blow cold, than warming as it spun faster and faster. She holted in midstep as out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a spinning arrow. The young woman watched, transfixed as the arrow kept spinning and spinning faster and faster until suddenly, it stopped,.
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Pocahontas bolted upright, the deer skin slipping off her, she opened her eyes and glanced around. She was still in her wigwam, the fire nearly out. Pocahontas stood, and restarted the fire not being able to sleep. She sat down, and waited for morning.