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The wind furiously blew through the trees. The spirits became angered with the horrid sound of the gunshot. It happened so quickly and yet it seemed like time had stopped just so Pocahontas could get to where she is now. Her arm burned with pain as blood dripped from her arm. Her eyes were intense as she glared at John Rolfe.
“This is my love,” she angrily said. “No matter what Ты do, Ты cannot kill love.”
John Rolfe threw the gun to the ground, ashamed that the blood on Pocahontas was his fault. John Smith tore his рубашка and wrapped the fabric around Pocahontas’s arm, covering the blood. He grabbed her, pulling her close to him. They both glared at John Rolfe. He was quiet, because he didn’t know what to say.
From the distance, there was a man that came toward them. Pocahontas’s father soon stood behind John Rolfe. He saw the blood on his daughter and his сердце became cold toward John Rolfe.
“For what Ты have done, Ты will be banished. Never again will Ты be welcome among our people.”
His actions enraged her tribe. They dragged him away.
“No,” he said. “Please. I can explain. Pocahontas. Pocahontas!”
She ignored his cries and focused on her love.
“John,” she said. “Are Ты okay?”
“I’m fine.” he said.
“My daughter,” her father spoke. “We will take Ты back to the village where Ты can heal, and John Smith,” he directed his gaze to John Smith. “Is welcome to Присоединиться our family.”
John stood and helped Pocahontas up. They both looked at each other and smiled.
“Finally,” they both thought. “Our Любовь has been found again.”
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PART 9
The wind furiously blew through the trees. The spirits became angered with the horrid sound of the gunshot. It happened so quickly and yet it seemed like time had stopped just so Pocahontas could get to where she is now. Her arm burned with pain as blood dripped from her arm. Her eyes were intense as she glared at John Rolfe.
“This is my love,” she angrily said. “No matter what Ты do, Ты cannot kill love.”
John Rolfe threw the gun to the ground, ashamed that the blood on Pocahontas was his fault. John Smith tore his рубашка and wrapped the fabric around Pocahontas’s arm, covering the blood. He grabbed her, pulling her close to him. They both glared at John Rolfe. He was quiet, because he didn’t know what to say.
From the distance, there was a man that came toward them. Pocahontas’s father soon stood behind John Rolfe. He saw the blood on his daughter and his сердце became cold toward John Rolfe.
“For what Ты have done, Ты will be banished. Never again will Ты be welcome among our people.”
His actions enraged her tribe. They dragged him away.
“No,” he said. “Please. I can explain. Pocahontas. Pocahontas!”
She ignored his cries and focused on her love.
“John,” she said. “Are Ты okay?”
“I’m fine.” he said.
“My daughter,” her father spoke. “We will take Ты back to the village where Ты can heal, and John Smith,” he directed his gaze to John Smith. “Is welcome to Присоединиться our family.”
John stood and helped Pocahontas up. They both looked at each other and smiled.
“Finally,” they both thought. “Our Любовь has been found again.”
This is not the end; trust me, there is more. The last part will be up soon. . .
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If I choose wrong, I will feel my Father’s wrath.
He simply won’t understand,
And will insist that I do as he commands.
Deep down in my сердце I know that it’s right,
And I am willing to put up a fight.
I fell for a pale face.
The feelings I have can’t be erased.
I have shown him all the Цвета of the wind,
And he was finally able to comprehend.
We could have one adventure after the other.
I never want to be with another.
I told my Father I don’t want to marry Kocoum,
But he doesn’t know where I’m coming from.
I have to keep our two worlds from going to war.
They must know we don’t have to fight anymore.
I must create peace,
или the hate will just increase.
They have to see my side,
или else our Любовь will be denied.