Pocahontas' Turn
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queenkatyastarTitle: Pocahontas' Turn
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Pocahontas
Characters/Pairing: Grandmother Willow, Pocahontas
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: Triple Drabbles 59: Turn
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 8 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: It's her granddaughter's turn to shine.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
The wind whistles through her leaves, carrying her tears with the spirit that is fleeing their world far too soon. The old tree sniffles and closes her eyes, remembering how beautiful, graceful, and strong her granddaughter had been before the sickness had taken her. Things are changing, and she doesn't like them. Strangers are journeying nearer and nearer to their land, bringing all sorts of things, and she knows the trouble they bring will only increase when they actually arrive. She can feel them out there on the breezes that talk to her every day. She wishes they wouldn't come, but she knows they will.
She looks down as one of her youngest grandchildren suddenly runs up to her, sobbing as though her heart is broke. It is, and for good reason. It is her mother whose spirit is no longer with them, but she will watch over her Little Mischief Maker forever, or at least as long as the girl lives. Grandmother Willow embraces her with her tender vines and holds her as she sobs and sobs.
"Sh, my little Pocahontas," she whispers, her vines and the breezes all caressing her in futile attempts to comfort her. "Your mother may be where you can not see her, my sweet daughter, but she is still near. She always will be. It is your turn to shine now, and she wants to see how brightly you can shine. You can shine bright for her, can't you, my dear?"
The slip of a child nods, understanding in her heart what the old tree means. She wipes tears from her face and holds her head high. "I'll make my mother proud."
"I know you will." She hugs her again. She hopes her favorite can do that while not letting the strangers overtake her.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Pocahontas
Characters/Pairing: Grandmother Willow, Pocahontas
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: Triple Drabbles 59: Turn
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 8 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: It's her granddaughter's turn to shine.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
The wind whistles through her leaves, carrying her tears with the spirit that is fleeing their world far too soon. The old tree sniffles and closes her eyes, remembering how beautiful, graceful, and strong her granddaughter had been before the sickness had taken her. Things are changing, and she doesn't like them. Strangers are journeying nearer and nearer to their land, bringing all sorts of things, and she knows the trouble they bring will only increase when they actually arrive. She can feel them out there on the breezes that talk to her every day. She wishes they wouldn't come, but she knows they will.
She looks down as one of her youngest grandchildren suddenly runs up to her, sobbing as though her heart is broke. It is, and for good reason. It is her mother whose spirit is no longer with them, but she will watch over her Little Mischief Maker forever, or at least as long as the girl lives. Grandmother Willow embraces her with her tender vines and holds her as she sobs and sobs.
"Sh, my little Pocahontas," she whispers, her vines and the breezes all caressing her in futile attempts to comfort her. "Your mother may be where you can not see her, my sweet daughter, but she is still near. She always will be. It is your turn to shine now, and she wants to see how brightly you can shine. You can shine bright for her, can't you, my dear?"
The slip of a child nods, understanding in her heart what the old tree means. She wipes tears from her face and holds her head high. "I'll make my mother proud."
"I know you will." She hugs her again. She hopes her favorite can do that while not letting the strangers overtake her.
The End
