COLORS OF THE WIND
Closing the leather flap of her hut, Pocahontas walked over to her bed and lay down. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the many voices that floated in her head.
"This is the right path for you. Kocoum will build you a fine house with..." Her father's voice rang in her head, and all at once, it was Nakoma, "Pocahontas, marry him. Do you not realize how fortunate you are?"
Pocahontas rolled to her side. "I can give you anything," her future husband's voice sang through her head. She squeezed her eyes tighter as all the voices merged in to one loud, insisting, never-ending voice.
Springing from her hut, Pocahontas began to run. She did not need any light, for the forest that had surrounded her throughout her whole life stretched before her. She ran, swift as the young deer, and when the trees began to blur and the ground began to fly with her feet, she still kept her fast pace. The voices got farther away as she darted off the forest path and into a thicket, forcing a path of her own through the dense leaves and branches. She burst out on the other side, stopping dead as her father's face came into view. She stood, her back against a weeping willow, her father walking quickly to stand beside her. Pocahontas looked up and met her father's gaze as his hands reached towards her neck and gently placed her mother's necklace around her neck. Glancing down and then quickly back up, she saw that her father had vanished. Looking down again, Pocahontas froze as the necklace began to move. It wrapped itself tighter around her neck. Grabbing the necklace, she pulled at her neck. It was no longer the necklace that had been placed around her neck, but a snake with its head facing her. The snake hissed, and flinging it to the ground, she began running again. Coming to a river, she jumped into her canoe and began paddling fiercely down the river. The usually smooth river suddenly gave way to rapid, fast-moving water, and she fought to keep the small boat under her control as it came up to a huge waterfall. Gasping, she saw Kocoum's face through the mist of the water as it prevented her from going over. Determinedly, she pushed the canoe closer to the waterfall, sighing with relief as the boat slid over the image of Kocoum's face, his face opening and finally disappearing.
Pocahontas jerked up in her sleep as beads of cold sweat poured down her face and onto her chest. She pulled the deerskin blanket closer towards her as she shivered in the cool spring breeze that suddenly blew through the hut's flap.
"Kocoum," her voice whispered.
"I never would've thought that you were so taken by nightmares, Pocahontas," his voice said as he knelt beside her bed.
"I…I never thought..."
Her words were silenced as he placed a single finger to her lips. It caused her to sit up more properly and face him.
"Pocahontas," Kocoum said, his voice gentle. "Give me a chance. I mean you no harm in coming to visit you." When she didn't answer, he continued, "Your father had sent a messenger to my village in the north, asking me to come and help your people with the war against the Micawomacs. I agreed, and said that I would help my brothers, but did not know I would fall so deeply for the chief's beautiful daughter."
At this, Pocahontas blushed. "Not me, Kocoum. Not me. Go back to your village. Find a woman to give your life to."
"No, for I have found her. Pocahontas, you are a wild child, you don't know your boundaries, and no man would have the wits to put up with you, but I do."
Pocahontas' eyes narrowed. "How dare you tell me that I do not know my boundaries?"
"I shall help you see them," Kocoum said as he leaned closer.
"I do not favor you," Pocahontas said flatly.
"Who do you favor, then?"
His question was simple, but Pocahontas had no words for his answer.
"Just as I thought," Kocoum said as his mouth closed the distance to her own in a swift, soft kiss. "Tell me, princess, do you favor me now?"
The young woman tried to force the blush down that had risen in her cheeks, but sat stunned as Kocoum's kiss lingered on her lips.
Finding her voice, she replied, "You are a good man, set in your ways as I am set in mine. This is a bad match, Kocoum, one that will bring you shame and bring me sorrow."
"Why shall it bring me shame?"
"You said it yourself that I am a wild child, but a match between you and Nakoma..."
"I like the wild children," he retorted, and smirked.
"Kocoum, listen to yourself. Listen to me!" Her voice rose. "Do you not understand? I am not so easily tamed as…as…" She stopped.
"As I think," he finished for her.
"Yes," she replied. "You are a good man. Marry a good woman. I am not ready to walk this path just yet."
"At least allow me to court you. Your father will be displeased to hear of this."
"Say nothing of it," she replied.
"But I must!"
Pocahontas' voice became desperate as Kocoum got to his feet. "All right. I consent to court you."
"Good," he said. "The wild child is easier to tame than she gives herself credit for."
Pocahontas closed her eyes as what he had just done hit her in the face. Just courting, she thought. For now, at least.