Morning came to the Jamestown colony, bringing about a new day and new opportunities. Birds, hoping to get the best meal, hopped along the ground, searching for their breakfast. Elsewhere, people began to awaken to another day of ordinary life. A few could even be seen outside of their homes, greeting neighbors, sweeping front walks, and chasing rambunctious children.
Despite all the hustle and bustle outside, inside of one small Jamestown home, a young women still slept. Sunlight streamed in through the curtained windows, as if to cast a halo of light around her. Slowing stirring, Pocahontas awoke to a typical morning in Jamestown. Blinking against the light, she shielded her eyes from the rays with one hand as she slowing began to take in her surroundings. This wasn�t her hut in the village. Why was she in a strange room with no one around?
Slowly her memory returned and she began recalling the event�s of the night before. She was in John�s home in the Jamestown colony. Pocahontas flopped back down on the bed and closed her eyes. As she lay there, she slowly let her mind wander to the night before and how the argument with her father had begun........
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"Pocahontas!!"
Her father�s voice interrupted her slumber and she groaned softly as she rolled over, trying to block the sound out of her head. "Pocahontas!!"
the call came again.
Pocahontas reluctantly threw her covers off and went to answer the call. "Yes father?" she inquired as she stepped into his long house. She squinted against the darkness, where she could make out to figures. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that her father was their with one of his braves. They were in deep conversation. What her father wanted with her though, she had no idea.
Pocahontas softly cleared her throat to make her presence known. At her sound, the men stopped talking and turned to face her. Pocahontas timidly stepped inside. "You wanted to see me father?� she inquired.
Powhaton nodded and motioned for her to come closer. She obeyed and he took her hands in his as she reached him. "Thank you for coming so quickly, my dear," Powhaton said. "I know it is late, but this matter can not wait another until tomorrow." Pocahontas looked at him with confusion. "This matter?" she asked. "Father, what is going on?"
Powhaton then released one of her hands and took one of the brave�s hand in it�s place. "Naco has asked me for your hand in marriage." he said, placing her hand in Naco�s and pressing them together. "And I have given him my consent." He looked at his daughter, waiting for her reaction.
Pocahontas looked from one to the other in disbelief. Naco smiled and squeezed her hand. "I look forward to our life together, my princess." he said, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it. Powhaton was beaming with pride. Pocahontas quickly withdrew her hand from his grip. "I�m sorry, but I can�t marry you" she said to Naco. "My daughter!!" Powhaton said to shock.
She whirled around to face him. "How dare you!!!" she said to her father. "Trying to run my life by promising my hand to someone without even asking me first!!?" Powhaton glared at her. "It�s for your own good." he defended. "I am not going to have you acting irresponsibly. It�s time you settle down and become grow up. Not chasing after dreams that will never come true!"
Pocahontas�s eyes widened as the pieces began to come together. "This is about John isn�t it?" she said. "You don�t want me with him so know you�re doing everything in your power to make it happen."
"Pocahontas, you don�t understand. He�s not right for you. He�s.. He�s.."
"Different?" she said, growing more angry by the minute. Powhaton just glared at her. "He�s not for you. You need someone dependable, solid, not someone who fills your head with crazy dreams and stories.
Pocahontas�s last nerve had snapped. "For your information, John is everything you said and more. He is dependable and solid. He has shown me how it feels to love and to be loved in return. And even though he may fill my head with crazy dreams, together we will make them come true. He makes me feel like I can do anything and supports me no matter what. And yes, he may be different, but it�s our differences that help us grow. And Father, I�m not going to sit around and let you run my life. I love John and we will be married someday. If you can�t accept that, I�m leaving." she said. "For good."
Powhaton stood speechless as she ran out of the hut as she left both Naco and him both staring at each other, confusion and amazement on both of their faces....
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Pocahontas slowly opened her eyes once more to the bright sunlight. After she had run out her father�s hut, she had made her way here. She slowly sat up and climbed out of bed. The robe John had lent her the night before was draped over a chair and with it was a pair of slippers with a small note attached.
Pocahontas,
Put these slippers on when you get up. The floors get cold during the night. These will keep you feet warm.
I hope we can solve your problem together.
I�ll see you in the morning. I love you!
John
Pocahontas smiled as she read it and shook her head. Leave it to hi to be worried about her. She quickly dressed in the robe and slippers and made her way up the hall to the kitchen.
John sat at the kitchen table, writing a letter. The quill in his hand moved quickly as he penned his greeting to whoever the letter was for. Pocahontas had never seen him wear glasses before, as he did know. She padded her way into the kitchen to greet him.
When John saw her, he smiled and set down his quill. "Hey" he said as he rose to greet her. "You look at ton better than last night." She smiled as she took his hands in her�s. "I slept very well thanks to you." John pulled her to him then and held her close, rocking her back and forth. Pcahontas closed her eyes and laid her head against his chest, enjoying the time of being in his arms.
A sudden opening and slamming of the front door caused her head to snap up in surprise. She felt John leap away from her as his reaction. Both looked at each other, then towards the door. Thomas stood in the doorway, panting heavily. Finally looking up, he looked at Pocahontas in surprise. "I didn�t know you were going to be here." he panted. Pocahontas glanced to John, who shrugged, then back to Thomas. "Hello to you as well" she said, an edge of sarcasm to her voice.
Thomas held up a hand, still breathing heavily. "I�m sorry." he manage dot get out. "I was in a hurry and said the first thing that came to mind." "Thomas," John said, what�s the matter?" he said, noticing the look of alarm on his friends face. Catching his breath, Thomas stood straight. "It�s Linda." he breathed. "she�s gone into labor."