Dusk

Pocahontas screamed as Kocoum fell face first into the river. The thunderous noise of the gunshot rang in the dead air making the animals around them scurry away. The young Native American Princess tried to get to her life long friend who laid, unmoving in the water, which was beginning to taint with his lifes blood. The heavy realization collided with her innocent dream of peace with these pale faced men, shattering it.
These newcomers came onto her land and ravaged it in their greed, they killed a kinsman, kidnapped her...but this...Pocahontas shook her head slowly, her mind swirling in darkening thoughts. This is not okay. Kocoum hurt by these men... Seeing it now, watching it happen, recalling it didn't help. The girl felt her knees buckle as her heart pounded and the world around her swayed. Kocoum murdered by these men... Is not okay. Pocahontas's eyes snapped open and she glared at Thomas.
Thomas, an eighteen year old boy who came on this journey for the sake of his family. A boy with red hair and freckles who was holding the smoking gun that had gone off only moments ago. Pocahontas's angry tears streaked her cheeks as she slowly turned on Thomas who in processing the danger he was in, in facing the wrath of this scorned woman took a hesitant step back. His wide brown eyes giving away his new fear.
The Princess eyed the quivering boy for a moment, numb thoughts racing through her mind.
"You killed him" She whispered. Making Thomas flinch.
Smith, who was tending the fallen warrior looked up at the sound of Pocahontas's voice and his own blue eyes widened at the sight of the young woman. Her pitch black eyes were wide, full of maddening shock, a desperate shock. Silent tears slid down her copper colored cheeks as she slowly advanced on Thomas who kept backing away.
Smith was torn: Save the warrior, or the Princess.
His decision was made when Pocahontas lunged at Thomas with a desperate screech.
The worn traveler dropped the dying warrior into the water and caught the young woman by her waist and held her firm as she thrashed and screamed and struggled against him.
"Get out of here Thomas." Smith growled, as Pocahontas dug her nails into his skin and made deep gashes into his skin which her hot, angry tears burned into seconds later.
"You killed him!" Pocahontas screamed making Smith close his eyes, as her struggled started to subside and her sobs started to shake her whole body.
a terrible animalistic wail ripped from her throat as Thomas ran from the scene, dropping the gun as he did. Smith felt his heart breaking for the young girl. To be exposed to such tragedy at such a young age...
Before he could voice his thoughts, more of the Natives burst through the tree line weapons drawn at the sight of their princess retrained and in tears. Smith was torn from the girl by a tall, stoic man who tied him by his throat and then by his arms.
Pocahontas ran over to Kocoum and thrust herself onto his chest, hoping to feel his heart beat. And when she didn't, her anger came back with a vengeance.
"They killed him" She gasped in her language as more sobs shook her small frame and she cradled Kocoum's head in her lap.
"Wake up, Kocoum..." Pocahontas whispered, as memories danced in the wind around her. "Remember, I follow the wind, and you follow me..." she murmured as she stroked the hair from his flawless chiseled face. "I, not death was supposed to be your home, as you were supposed to be mine, my love..." Pocahontas whispered as more tears spilled over.

Reviews

[Archos]

This is a really good chapter. The scene is describe really well and it is very powerful, I see no fault in the language... I would appreciate a description of the surroundings, to be able to imagine where the scene is taking place. You could also divide it into paragraphs, which would make it far more pleasant to read. Thanks for sharing!

[annalysiar]

Thank you for kind words I will read and fix this as soon as I can I'm really glad you enjoyed it😃😃😃