Disclaimer: All characters that are portrayed in both Pocahontas movies are all owned by Disney and history (some characters are fictional). This story is for entertainment and no profit is made off of it. This story contains Adult Situations and younger viewers please do not read chapter 2 (I have chosen to tone down this chapter from my original, but for my comfort younger viewers still do not view this chapter). The story will still work if you do not read chapter 2.

I believe that choices are good so, you will have a choice at the end on choosing between two endings (i.e. a sad one or a happier one). Forgive me for my mistakes; I am not the best writer in the world (and this is my first fan- fic). There are some notes within this story and place were certain songs could be play in the background. A star will show these. I hope you can look past my mistakes and see the beauty of the work. I hope enjoy the

Legacy

By. Babyb26 (Nikki)

Chapter 1

(Play Prologue by, Loreena Mckennitt) Narrator (Voice of a young woman): What is true sacrifice? Those who cannot answer this question are lucky. For those who can, have suffered to know the answer. Many say that with great sacrifice, the true nature of love is known and the legacy of that love will live on. This is a story about love and the great sacrifices that went with that love and in the end would shape a legacy of its own.

As he walked in the room he could only stair at her wondrous beauty. She was everything he remembered and more. With each step he took memories of her flooded over him.
He could see the small curve of her waist, the plumpness of her bosom, the fine features of her face and the soft tenderness of her neck as he walked toward her. It had been five long years of living without her. Her, his dear sweet Pocahontas. All he wanted to do now was hold her in his arms and reassure her of his love. He longed to tell her "I'm here now and I love you" but he could also see a face that held the world's coldest eyes and even the truth of those words would not save him. Finally he reached her, fighting the urge to kiss her.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take, for months he had avoided her. This was after he learned she was still in England and was to be married to his opponent for her affections. His great adversary was none other than, Role. The great adventurer John Smith was finally defeated. He had always held hope that one day she would change her mind and join him on his travels. They would see the world together and would he finally be able to give her the gift that he was not able to give to anyone else, himself. But now that could never be and all his dreams were shattered. As he stood facing her, he was suddenly reminded of the day he learned the news that altered his life. He had come back to London from a short expedition to North Africa. He had been in local tavern consoling himself, hoping to drink away the constant reminders of his dashed hopes and endless regrets. "One of England's men will marry a savage from the New World," a gruff patron of the tavern hissed. For John it was like a shot in the dark, loud and clear. In that one instant his life and dreams were over, all because of his pride. John was suddenly drawn out of what he deemed a nightmare by her soft, but cold laden voice.

"What are you doing here," she asked. " Pocahontas, I come because I seek the truth. I come because, I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy. I come to let you I must end my pain. " With those words he with drew a small dagger and placed it on the table beside her, laying his large hand on the top of it. Her eyes changed then and John was able to see true fear mixed with sorrow, it was then replaced by relief and a calm stillness. "So you plain to kill me," she asked in a hushed voice. With her words he lost his battle of temptation and with his free hand touched the braid of her raven hair. (Play Deliver Me by, Sarah Brightman or Bring me to Life, My Immortal, Taking over Me, or My last Breath by EvaneScence)

"No, I plain not to kill you, I plan to kill my suffering. For you Pocahontas, I live and for you I will die. I can no longer stand this pain. You were the reason I survived all those years alone, the hope of seeing your face is what kept me alive. Letting out a trembling sigh, he touched her face." I no longer have you and my pain is unbearable, so for you I will die. I must end my suffering and then you will be truly free of me." " No," Pocahontas said with an angered gasp as she stood from the chair.

"Do you think I have not suffered as well, for I am not happy, for I wish to kill my pain as well. I will tell you the truth you seek, I sill love you with every breath I take. I am dying everyday. Do you not understand, I am not marrying him for myself; I am doing it for the protection of my people? Only through a marriage can they be safe. My own heart is broken, because of the hurt I have caused you. I have always been in love with you and I ache to hold you. I think of you every moment and I dream of your kisses," Pocahontas expressed her confession with the deepest hurt. John could now see the tears that streaked her lovely face. "John if you end your life, I could not live anymore and I would fail my people.

I draw my strength from you, knowing you are alive keeps me alive and it keeps the hope in my heart, that one day, one sweet day we will be together. John I ask of you to live, give me the strength to protect my people and help me protect them by living. With her revelation tears streamed down John's own face as he spoke, " I will live for you. I love you; I have always loved you. I understand now, I did not know of your own pain and that the protection of your people was at stake. It kills me to know that you hurt also and there is nothing I can do to ease your pain. I thought I lost you for good, but know I know the truth, you still love me and that is enough for me to hold on to my hopes.

She could not help herself, she raised a weary hand and softy touched his beautiful face. With her thumbs she wiped the tears from his eyes and slowly slid her hand to trace the out lines of his soft lips. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss upon his lips. He ran a callused hand through her silken hair as he returned her kiss with passion. With his touch she tremble with an intense fire. Reluctantly, Pocahontas pulled away from his gentle caress and with a ghostly grace she walked towards her bedchamber doors locking each.

She made her way back to John and in a soft voice said; "John let us ease our pain, if only for just awhile. I will have to marry Rolfe and I will have to act as a wife must but he will not own my heart that of which belongs to you. Don't let him have what is yours by my wish. I wish you to have all of me to night. Rolfe has taken his leave this morning for two nights at his father's house, he will not be back for a time. Rolfe still thinks of me as a savage, a reformed savage, but a savage non-the less. I believe he does not expect me to be intact. We can now have our time that has been so long denied to us, my love. Have me and take what is yours by my wish and right. This is proof of my love for you, for he will only have me in duty and obedience. Let us ease our pain." John could only say, " I am yours."