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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 you do, you cannot kill love.”
    John Rolfe threw the gun to the ground, ashamed that the blood on Pocahontas was his fault. John Smith tore his camisa 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 coração became cold toward John Rolfe.
    “For what you have done, you will be banished. Never again will you 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 you okay?”
    “I’m fine.” he said.
    “My daughter,” her father spoke. “We will take you back to the village where you can heal, and John Smith,” he directed his gaze to John Smith. “Is welcome to cadastrar-se our family.”
    John stood and helped Pocahontas up. They both looked at each other and smiled.
    “Finally,” they both thought. “Our amor 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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