Pocahontas stormed into her hut where John was waiting for her.
�What�s wrong?� he asked. �My father had the nerve to tell me that I had to choose between you and
him.� she answered. �Who�d you choose� John asked. �You of course�
Pocahontas said. � I would never leave you, you know that. I�m just upset
that my father would do this to me".
Pocahontas sat down on her sleeping mat, pulled her knees to her chest and sighed deeply. John slowly made his way over, sat down beside her to place a comforting arm around her. "I honestly have no idea what to say, Pocahontas. I never meant to become a barrier between you and your father. I thought we were on good terms."
She looked him in the eyes and slowly turned her head. "I suppose now is just as good a time as any to tell you this," she answered. John looked at her, a confused look on his face. "Tell me what?"
She turned to face him again. "While you were gone, another feud started between our people. Some of our tribes crops began disappearing and to my father, it only seemed natural that the settlers were the guilty ones." John looked at her with shock. "They would never do anything like that." he defended. "Not with Thomas and the others in charge!."
"Calm down." she told him. "Later on we discovered that one of our own warriors was stealing food and he was punished, but ever since then, my father has had the littlest bit of resentment towards your people."
"The ever visous cycle continues." John muttered. Pocahontas solemnly nodded in agreement. By this time, the sun was beginning to set. John look ed out the small window in the hut and slowly got to his feet. "It's getting late." he said. I'd better be getting back." She looked at her with concern. �Are you going to be okay.� he asked. She nodded silently and he held her tight for a few minutes. �Don�t hesitate to come if you need me.� he whispered into her hair. She nodded again. �I will.� she whispered as she rested her head on his chest.
John finally pulled away and looked her in the eyes. She had been crying and his shirt was wet to prove it. He pulled her close once more, slowly kissing her goodnight. She clung tightly to him, neither wanting to let go. Finally, Pocahontas broke the kiss and hugged him a third time as he stepped through the door. �Goodnight� John whispered. he smiled and winked as he left. �Goodnight� Pocahontas answered. As she stepped back into her hut, she once again gave silent thanks for John and for his steadfast love. She also asked for her father to not judge one person by many others mis takes. With that, she slipped into her dreams. A world where, for her was perfect.
Over in the next hut, Powhaton had witnessed the exchange of affections between John and his daughter. For an ever so slight moment, he regretted his act of the hours before. However, he had quickly rebuked the thought. One was no different from the rest and if he had anything to say about it, John�s time with his daughter would not last.