One ne day, an adventurous young woman named Pocahontas journeyed deep into the forest to visit Grandmother Willow, an ancient spirit.
Pocahontas told the wise tree that she was troubled by a dream she kept having about a spinning arrow. “It spins faster and faster until suddenly it stops.”
“It seems to me this spinning arrow is pointing down your path, “Grandmother Willow replied.”
But what is my rath? “wondered Pocahontas.” How am I ever going to find it!”
Grandmother Willow smiled warmly. All around you are spirits, child. “she said. They live in the earth, the water, the sky. If you listen, they will guide you.”
Later, Pocahontas thought about what Grandmother Willow had said in the distance she saw something. It was a ship filled with setters from England
The next day, Pocahontas spotted a man exploring the forest. His name was John Smith and, like the other men on the ship, he had sailed to this new land in search of gold.
Pocahontas was curious about this man she had never seen anyone like him before, so she followed him through the woods. Suddenly, he seemed to disappear behind a waterfall. Pocahontas crept out from her hiding place cautiously. Smith jumped through the falls and come face-to-face with the young woman. The two stared at each other for a while. Smith had never seen anyone so beautiful. He moved closer, but Pocahontas was frightened and ran away.
“Wait! Please! Smith called as he runs after her.” It’s all right. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Pocahontas hesitated. Leaves swirled around the pair as Smith moved closer and offered her his hand. “Who are you?” He asked.
“I’m Pocahontas,” she replied as she took his outstretched hand. When they touched, neither one wanted to let go. In her heart, Pocahontas knew that there was something special about this strange man.
Together, they laughed at Meeko, Pocahontas’s mischievous raccoon friend, who rummaged through Smith’s bag looking for food.
Pocahontas began to sing as she led John Smith through the forest. She showed him how all the parts of nature animals, plants, the wind, the people – were alive and connected to each other. They watched the gentleness of a mother bear with her cubs. They listened to the wolves cry and saw eagles fly to the top of a sycamore tree.
John Smith began to realize that his people had much to learn. With Pocahontas as his teacher, he could hear the voices of the mountains and even see colors in the wind. He held her hands and gazed into her brown eyes.
Suddenly, drums echoed throughout the forest. Pocahontas looked alarmed.
“What is it?” Asked John Smith
“The drums … they mean trouble,” she said. “I shouldn’t be here. ”
” Please don’t leave, “he urged.
“I’m sorry. I have to go,” she said and runoff.
Back at the village, Pocahontas’s father, Chief Powhatan, warned her to stay close by. “Now is not the time to be running off,” he said. He didn’t want Pocuhontus to get hurt if fighting broke out between the settlers and the Indians.
“Yes, Father,” said Pocahontas. “I’m sorry
Later, when Pocahontas and her friend Nakoma were gathering com, John Smith appeared.
“Please don’t say anything, Pocahontas whispered to her friend before leaving with Smith.
Nakoma was too shocked to respond. She kept quiet but felt uncomfortable as she watched the two figures disappear into the evening shadows. She had been warned that the settlers were dangerous and were worried about her friend.
Pocahontas led Smith to Grandmother Willow. “Hello, John Smith,” the tree said.
John Smith’s mouth dropped open. “Pocahontas, that tree is talking to me,” he said.
“Then you should talk back,” Pocahontas said, smiling.
Grandmother Willow looked kindly into Smith’s blue eyes. “He has a good soul, she told Pocahontas and he’s handsome, too.”
John Smith laughed. “Oh. I like her,” he said.
Pocahontas was glad the tree spirit approved. After John Smith had left, Grandmother Willow told her that she might have found her path.
Later, when Pocahontas met up with Nakoma, her friend pleaded with her not to see John Smith anymore.
“If you go out there, you’ll be turning your back on your own people,” Nakoma warned.
“I’m trying to help my people,” said Pocahontas.
“Pocahontas, please.” Nakoma begged.” You’re my best friend. I don’t want you to get hurt. “
” I won’t. I know what I’m doing, replied Pocahontas as she went back into the woods.
But Nakoma wasn’t convinced Concerned about her friend’s safety, she sent on Indian warrior named Kocoum to look for Pocahontas in the woods.
Kocoum soon found Pocahontas and Smith. The warrior attacked Smith. All of a sudden, another settler showed up and killed Kocoum!
Furious, other warriors arrived and took John Smith, the prisoner. He was sentenced to die the next morning.
That night. Pocahontas visited John Smith. “I’m so sorry.” She told him, crying, “It would have been better if we’d never met. None of this would have happened.”
“Pocahontas look at me, he said tenderly. “I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.”
Pocahontas left and went to see Grandmother Willow. “I feel so lost,” she told the tree spirit.
Meeko’s ears perked up. The raccoon brought Pocahontas a compass he had taken from John Smith’s bag. The arrow on it began to spin
“It’s the arrow from your dream,” the tree spirit observed.
“It was pointing to him,” Pocahontas said.
“You know your path, child,” said Grandmother Willow Now follow it.
“Pocahontas ran back to the village. Just as John Smith was about to be killed, she stepped in front of him.
If you kill him, you’ll have to kill me, too,” she declared to her father. “This is where the path of hatred has brought us. This is the path I choose. What will yours be?”
Everyone stared in stunned silence. Finally, inspired by Pocahontas, the chief ordered the release of John Smith.
But the fighting was not over quite yet. When one of the settlers shot at Pocahontas’s father, Smith threw himself in front of the chief and took the bullet himself. In order to have his wound treated, he had to return to London.
Smith looked at Pocahontas. “Come with me?” He asked.
She turned to her father for guidance.
“You must choose your own path,” the chief said.
As Pocahontas watched the settlers and Indians begin to share food, she knew what her path must be.
“I’m needed here,” she decided.
“Then I’ll stay with you,” Smith replied.
Pocahontas shook her head. “No. You have to go back,” she told him.
“But I can’t leave you,” he said sadly.
“You never will,” she told him,” No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you.” Then she kissed him goodbye forever.
As the ship set sail, Pocahontas stood atop a cliff. She was proud that she had listened to her heart, even if it was the hardest thing she had ever done.