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PART 8

“I can’t leave you.” She whispered.
    “You never will,” he said. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you, forever.”
    “Forever?” she asked.
    “Yes,” he answered. “Even through death.”
    “Death,” she cried. “No! John, tu can’t leave me, tu just can’t!”
    The darkness overcame her and his whisper disappeared.
    “John!” She called for him, but there was no reply. “John! Where are you?! Please come back. Please.”
    Still there was no reply. Soon she realized that is was just a dream. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she saw a bright light as her eyes adjusted to the sun. Her father stood over her and slowly helped her up until she was able to stand on her own.
    “Pocahontas,” Her father spoke. “What happened? Are tu okay?”
    She came back to realization and remembered what had happened just before she had that dream.
    “Father, we have to find him. He’s in danger.”    
    “Who?” he asked.
    “John Smith.” She quickly answered.
    “John smith?” He was surprised. “What is he doing here?”
    “No time to explain. We have to find him. John Rolfe is looking for him. He wants to kill him.”    
    Pocahontas began to run away and when her father called after her for más explanation, she did not stop. She felt like this was all her fault and she would never be able to live with herself if John Smith died at her fault. She ran through the forest, not knowing where to go. She didn’t know where John Rolfe could have gone, but she knew she had to find John smith before it was too late.
    Than she suddenly stopped. She listened to the earth, to the wind; she felt her mother’s spirit all around her, than she knew. She felt it in her soul. John Rolfe had a gun in his hand; he was walking through the forest quickly going toward John Smith. She knew it was only a matter of time until he would be dead, unless she got to him first.
    Her corazón ran like wild caballos and beat hard and loud. She had found her amor again. She had found her path again. She had been found again and she would not let John Rolfe take that from her. She made her way through the forest until she heard angry screams and realized the screams came from John Rolfe.
    “How dare tu think tu can take her from me, John Smith. I amor her and I’m not going to let tu have her.”
    “You don’t amor her. You’ll never amor her like I do.”
    “A dead man can’t love.”
    Pocahontas pushed back a árbol branch and saw John Smith on the ground with John Rolfe aiming a gun at him. John Smith made eye contact with Pocahontas.
    “I amor you,” he mouthed the words.
    The thunderous noise of a gunshot echoed through the forest.


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