Hey everyone ^^ I'd thought I would surprise everyone by posting part 10 right after part 11 due to the long hiatus that I, again, apologise for.

Thank you all for following and liking this story, and I hope you enjoyed this part as much as the previous one ;)

Pocahontas

"Although I told him that I could handle this, juggling so many things at once is very hard to do…" Pocahontas mumbles as she reads Arthur's notebook with fumbling eyebrows and pressing her lips with confusion. It has been approximately two and half hours since she started doing both her job and Arthur's, and in all honesty, it was the most exhausting two and a half hours of her life. She had been running around the town non-stop, delivering parcels, and giving instructions based on Arthur's notes and on her own instincts. She was able to help find a way to deliver the food from one part of Jamestown to another in the most efficient way, and even to figure out shortcuts for the villagers to use to go to their destinations earlier. With Arthur's notes and Pocahontas's instincts, she was able to get multiple things done in a short amount of time. Some people praised and thanked her for her efforts to fill in Arthur's role, while others, as she noticed, felt suspicion towards the reason why Arthur would feel drowsy. Nevertheless, she ignored them for now and focused on getting the task at hand and gaining trust between the people that need her.

Pocahontas is currently walking with her animal companions while reading the notes regarding Arthur's findings on the mysterious perpetrators behind the attacks. At the same time, the young woman on her way to deliver a package to Mr Robinson, then meet up with Professor Mulley in an hour. Pocahontas can feel the intense and uncomfortable strain on her shoulders, due to carrying two bags for quite a long time. Although Meeko and Percy volunteered to carry small parcels, it still did not diminish the weight that's dragging her down. Alas, Pocahontas minimised her focus on her pain and entirely focused her mindset on the clues Arthur found.

"There were spears and arrows lying about… the perpetrators ransacked the town trying to figure out where the resources were… they left footprints on purpose… the shoe sizes were large and the patterns were not of Jamestown… they ransacked the areas with supplies and resources… did the same for Pocahontas's village but wearing our clothes and using our weapons…" Pocahontas mumbles the words written in the book. She marvels at the amount of information Arthur gathered, especially regarding the colour of the feathers, the shoe sizes, the sharpness of the arrow's blade and such, and he even sketched pictures of the items all over the maze of his notes. Arthur is a very talented individual, this was all Pocahontas could think about as she continues to stare at the notebook. Unfortunately, none of her clues nor Arthur's could clearly identify the criminals behind this. With a sigh, Pocahontas close the book shut and walks a little further until she reached Mr Robinson's house to deliver his package, which was rather heavy.

As she knocks on the door, a rather happy looking man opens it and greets Pocahontas with a smile. "Here is your package, Mr Robinson," Pocahontas smiles and hands him his delivery.

"Oh, thank you… um… you like being called Pocahontas, am I right?" Mr Robinson asks politely.

"Yes, that is true."

"Okay then, thank you very much, Pocahontas, for delivering such a heavy parcel," Mr Robinson states, lifting the parcel up and down as he experiments with the weight.

"It is a very heavy parcel, but may I ask, what is inside the parcel that makes it so heavy?" She asks, intrigued.

"Locks."

"Locks? Why would a tailor need so many locks?" She is now utterly confused about the reasoning to need a lot of heavy locks. Mr Robinson looks around for a minute, before moving closer to Pocahontas.

"Don't tell anyone Pocahontas but… just three days ago, some thieves stole clothing from my shop. It wasn't anything very expensive or of the sort, do not worry, because those clothes were a mistake of the order a customer gave us," Mr Robinson explains in a hushing tone, as Pocahontas nods. He then continues his story, "so my wife and I were making these uniforms for a customer, twenty of them he told us, in large sizes because it was for large men working in the fields. He wrote 'blue uniforms' in his paper, but when we showed him the uniforms, he declared that he wanted brown uniforms. The argument didn't last long, mainly because my wife was the one arguing most of the time. In the end, I store the twenty uniforms in the shed for the night, but by daylight, they were all gone! It was strange, but the good thing is that those uniforms were not valuable, but I need to be prepared in case something like this happens again."

"Oh my, I hope these locks will help you, Mr Robinson… but… who would steal so many uniforms?" She asks with a puzzled tone.

"But that is not all, my dear! Some store owners told me that some of their stuff were stolen, such as boots, helmets, and two firearms, but we're all worried about the two firearms the most. So far, only the mayor and small store owners know about the missing objects," he exclaims, scratching his head in confusion.

"How did they steal it? I'm sure they left a mark, yes?" She asks, and Mr Robinson affirms.

"They scratched it somehow and dented the door knob, which is weird because I imagined them to use another metal to break it instead of something else," Pocahontas ponders some more about this unusual event. Then, something popped in her mind.

"Scratch… stolen guns, uniforms, hats, and boots… They used a rock and dagger to open the lock on the door! Oh my spirits, it makes sense now!" Pocahontas raises, nearly making the poor man jump with shock. With a cheerful goodbye, Pocahontas dashes out of the pavement, and towards the next house of her delivery. She knows that she needs to do this quick and fast before visiting Arthur. She needs to tell him this discovery immediately, for although it did not tell her the name of the perpetrators, it did confirm the fact that the invasion of her village was planned and done by her people of another tribe, and that same tribe attacked Jamestown.

After nearly an hour of her speedy delivery and information giving, Pocahontas feels more than exhausted now. Nearly all but one thing needs to be done before she could go to the Mayor's house and relax all she wants. She deserved it, especially through all the hard work lugging around two bags, thinking about the clues, and delivering her packages and the written instructions to the people of Jamestown. She could not believe the amount of effort Arthur goes through daily, and after hearing how big England is, it gives Pocahontas headaches just trying to comprehend Arthur's work back at his home. His home… he'll be leaving in two days or so… that will be- no, Pocahontas, stop, you need to focus on giving this information to Arthur, not get depressed about him leaving, Pocahontas affirms herself, shaking her head from the negative thoughts. With one last duty, Pocahontas firmly marches to her target: Mr Mulley's house.

As Pocahontas approaches the home, she gives two light knocks on the wooden wall. After waiting for seconds, she hears no response from Mr Mulley himself. Feeling the exhaustion eating her, Pocahontas knocks once more, louder this time. Silence greets her again. She first questions whether Mr Muller is actually inside his home, but as she quiets down, she could hear murmurs of groups of people talking beyond the back of the house. Since this might be a chance to see if the one talking is Mr Muller, Pocahontas took this opportunity and tiptoes quickly behind the house. To her fortunate surprise, she spots him talking to four other men much bigger than him. The four men were carrying waggons full of small substances that Pocahontas seem to be familiarised with. As she peers closer to the substances, her eyes grew to unproportionate sizes, and her heart beats uncontrollably faster.

"Wait, stop!" She yells, rushing to the five men ahead of her. The men all stopped whatever they were doing and look up at the young maiden running to their direction. Mr Mulley pushes his glasses up and looks at Pocahontas questionably. Meanwhile, the four men all look at her with disgust.

"Ah, Princess Pocahontas, I heard that you are filling in for Sir Kirkland. I will be with you momentarily, please wait in my living room with my wife in the meantime," Mr Mulley waves at her. Pocahontas looks at him with a puzzled expression before shaking her head.

"Although I am here to see you, Mr Mulley, I came here to warn you about these mushrooms you picked up. You cannot eat these mushrooms," she exclaims, pointing at the vegetables before her. One of the men looks at her with an annoyed expression.

"Huh? And why can't we? Afraid that we took your food you barbarian?" He boldly asks with a loud voice. Pocahontas simply looks at him with partly hurt expression, but her priority was not her emotions, but the safety of the citizens.

"No, these mushrooms are poisonous!" She declares loud enough for some of the neighbours so hear.

"T-They are?" Mr Mulley looks at her with an agape mouth.

"What is with all the shouting, honey? What's wrong?" Mrs Mulley asks with a concerned tone as she walks out of her house to approach her husband.

"Poisonous, yeah right!" Another man out of the four men laughed at Pocahontas's claim. "We picked these with our bare hands, there is no way these are poisonous! Plus, all of the mushrooms we ate so far are fine, you're just scared that we're taking what's rightfully ours!"

"I am not, I am merely informing you something that could lead to your death," Pocahontas exclaims, frustrated now. She finally understands the pain of what Arthur had to personally deal with throughout the event back in her village. Sometimes, people make the most unreasonable claims.

"Oh yeah, and what can you prove that these are poisonous?" Another man of the group asks with a smirk.

"And what can you prove that they are not?" Pocahontas retorts, making the four men glare at her with annoyance.

"Please, everyone calm down, if these are intact poisonous, then we need to dispose of them immediately!" Mr Mulley states as he tries to calm the people before him.

"No way! We spent all day picking these in order to prevent Jamestown from starving till spring! We wouldn't have spent all of our precious time and efforts doing this if it weren't for you barbarians ransacking our town!" One man yells loud enough for people to come out of their houses to spectate the commotion. Murmurs in the background can be heard, with all of them directly pointing at Pocahontas negatively.

"My people did not attack your people yesterday, we were attacked too!"

"Oh yeah, and what proof do you have?"

"What proof do you have blaming my people for something we did not do? There are thousands of tribes beyond this area, surely you have thought that at least one of them attacked you yesterday," Pocahontas questions him back with a serious tone. The man wants no more of this nonsense bickering, so he clenches his fists and moves towards Pocahontas, glaring at her.

"Listen here, woman, shut up and know your place! Who else would be angry at us other than you and your fellow Indians? You are in OUR territory, OUR land! What right do you have to tell us what to do, barbarian?" Pocahontas simply stares at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe the words that are coming from his mouth, moreover, she couldn't believe what she had heard. Her heart pumps louder and louder, and her hands form into fists. She then looks up and stares at the man angrily. The first thought that came across her is simply; I now know what Arthur had to deal with.

"First of all, how dare you claim this land as yours. This is our land, not yours. You are inhabitants of this land, and you took it from us. I have all the right to tell you what to do with the land that my people lived and survived on for centuries! Second of all, just because you took this land from us, telling us that we, out of all people, don't know how to use it, does not mean that we have to appreciate or like you! We simply want peace and cooperation between our people, but some of you detest us before we could even simply greet you! My people lived in this land for generations, don't you dare tell me things that I know of! The ones who died making the mistake of eating that mushroom were my people, not yours! I am only trying to prevent that mistake from repeating itself," Pocahontas continues to glare at the man with anger erupting from within her. She hates herself when she's acting like this, but she knows that she could not hold this anger for long. The man looked at her with a worried expression, but before he could say anything, his friend behind him took his chance.

"What right do you have saying all that bullshit to us? You're not even civilised! Don't make me kill you, you stupid woman!" The man threatens Pocahontas, whom to his surprise, did not phase at all.

"Civilised? What do you believe civilised means? Half of you cannot read or write, or even do both. Some of us are educated, others are not, this goes for every society. If you are civilised, then why did you threaten to kill me? It is a fact that civilised humans do not threaten to kill each other." She ends her statement raising her eyebrow at the man with arms crossed. The man stutters between his word, but before he could yell at Pocahontas once more, Mr Mulley ends the tension.

"Okay, okay, that is enough. I… I believe Princess Pocahontas is right," he concludes, though he received intense glares from the four men before him. Pocahontas sighs, for it can be seen that the four men and some of the spectators do not believe her claim of the mushrooms being poisoned.

With a smile and nod at Mr Mulley, Pocahontas then walks forward, takes a piece of mushroom, and breaks it into two. The audience all stare at her with confusion and horror, wondering if she will eat the mushroom or make one of the citizens eat it. If she eats it and lives, then it completely diminishes her previous statement and strengthens the men's statements. On the other hand, if she feeds it to a citizen and he or she dies, then she will be labelled as a murderer. To everyone's surprise, Pocahontas did nothing of the sort, instead, she takes the stem of the mushroom, and rubs it on her hand. Everyone watches with confusion at her actions, but moments later, all eyes widen at Pocahontas's hand. To their surprise, the area of where she rubbed turn bright red with dark red spots all over it. She then displays her horrid hand to the people before her, whom all shuddered at the sight of it slowly bubbling before them.

"This is the result of the mushroom's effect on the skin, but if you eat it, it will look like this inside of you, and you will die a painful death," Pocahontas explains, wincing while displaying her hand for the audience to see.

"D-Does it hurt, Princess Pocahontas?" Mr Mulley asks, cringing from the sight before him. Pocahontas looks at him with pressing lips.

"It's painful, and it feels like it's slowly burning through my skin," she describes, squinting her eyes from the pain she tries to hold. The crowd all look at the pained expression made my Pocahontas, and feelings of guilt build up inside of them the more they look at the pain the Princess had to go through.

"Now do you all see, it is poisonous! Princess Pocahontas, risked being in pain to show you all this. Princess, how do you stop the pain, do you have any medicine with you?" Mr Mulley panics and runs over to the maiden. She then simply smiles at him in reassurance. She turns to her right to quickly signal Meeko to venture inside her bag. Meeko responds with a salute and rushes into her bag. He then pulls out a small capsule, leaves, and something similar to a bandage. Pocahontas, with the villagers as spectators, place a small amount of cream from the capsule on her hand, and after closing it tight, she places leaves all over it and finally wraps it firmly with a bandage. At the end, she finally releases a big breath and rubs her hand delicately.

"It will be okay in a while, I treated this with specific anti-poison medicine from my village… it still hurts though," Pocahontas smiles as she somewhat calms Mr Mulley and the villagers.

"Sorry… Princess…" Pocahontas turns to look at one of the four men lowering his head to her. She simply stares at him in shock, and she continues to do so as two more lower their heads in shame. The last one, cringed a little, lowers his head too. Pocahontas looks at all four of them and feels sort of embarrassed from all of this.

"It's okay, it's fine… I am sorry as well for… yelling like that, it was rude of me to blame you for something your country ordered you to do… I am fully aware of the fact that you are not to blame for taking this land," Pocahontas respectfully smiles back.

"And I shouldn't have said all those things to you… it's just… the way you talked and act… and the ability to read as well… it frustrates me, you know, because… you looked like an aristocrat from the rest of us," the man rubs his head in shame.

"Well… I mean, she is a monarch…" Mr Mulley comments.

"But you know how aristocrats are with us! They treat us like pigs… and seeing you act like one yet doing all this effort for people like us frustrates me… for once, we wanted to be treated not as a minority… nor be degraded as one," he confesses, lowering the heads of the crowd at the same time. This reasoning surprises Pocahontas, for even in her home village, no one sees her as a higher power due to her friendly and accepting nature. She now finally understands one of the reasons why the people of Jamestown detest her.

"I have never thought of you all as a minority, in fact, I have always wanted to stand the same ground as all of you and be friends," Pocahontas innocently states, making the rest of the town look up at her with confusion. "I understand the struggles all of you are facing today, for some of you did make me feel inferior as well, but I believe that instead of throwing more hate, we should all come to understand one another and learn from each other. Unlike the aristocrats from your place, I will listen to all of you, and I will never stop listening," Pocahontas declares with a soft smile, lighting up the mood of the citizens.

"T-Thank you for that…" the man blushing replies, to which Pocahontas gently smiles back. Even though she can still feel the pain coming from her hand, she did not care, for seeing the townspeople smile warmly at her slowly diminishes the throbbing pain.

"Oh, what a day… my back is in pain, my shoulders feel like they're falling off, and my legs feel like they want to faint," Pocahontas groans as she stretches her arms high and yawns.

After the whole event in Mr Mulley's place, and delivering his letter, Pocahontas finally finishes her dual jobs and is heading back to the Mayor's house to take her stuff to her accommodation for the night. As the sun continues to set, Pocahontas could feel the winter breeze skidding past her cheeks, making her clutch her arms tight from the sudden cold. As she walks down her own route, a shorter one, that leads to the Mayor's house, she waves goodbyes to the people of Jamestown, as they to wave back at her with a smile.

With happy thoughts in mind of achieving the goals she set herself and promised Arthur, she turns right to a long alleyway and sees three girls carrying relatively medium sized buckets. She peers at them for a while with her animal companions trailing behind her. Out of her good nature, she quickly approaches them in order to see if they need any help. As she comes closer, she could see that these are actually young women, about the same age as her, wearing colourful yet fancy outfits, which confused her a little as to why they're doing chores in such outfits. Upon seeing Pocahontas, the three women stop at their place and stare at Pocahontas with a smile on their face.

"Good evening, Princess Pocahontas, how was your day visit in Jamestown?" A brunette in green asks with a soft smile. Naturally, Pocahontas smiles back at her.

"It has been a wonderful yet tiring day, I hope a night's rest will do me good for tomorrow. And please, call me Pocahontas," she points out.

"Oh, then as you say, Pocahontas," the blonde winks at her with a soft giggle.

"May I ask, where are you going to dorm tonight? The Mayor's house?" The dirty-blonde asks politely.

"Oh no, that would be too troublesome for them. I think the place is called 'Night Tavern', and I heard from Mrs Potters it's a very comfortable place to stay."

"Oh my, isn't that where Sir Kirkland stays?" The brunette gasps with a smile.

"Oh yes, it is, it is! Oh how I'd love to meet Sir Kirkland again, he seemed so busy to talk to today," The blonde pouts, causing Pocahontas to giggle slightly at her cuteness.

"He is, and he was very tired too. I told Arthur many times to watch his sleep schedule because he's the type of person that would not notice the amount of time he spends on a certain activity, especially if he puts his mind to it," she reveals to the young women, causing them to giggle.

"You called him 'Arthur'! Why you must be very close to him, am I right?" The dirty-blonde questions her with a cheeky smile, causing Pocahontas to blush a little.

"Oh, haha, yes we are. I guess a lot of people notice that today."

"Wait, do you love him, Pocahontas?" The blonde asks teasingly.

"That… I have yet to figure out… but he is very special to me…"

"Awww, that is very cute~" The brunette teases, causing Pocahontas to giggle. She again looks at the buckets that they are holding.

"If you do not mind, may I ask, why are you carrying rusty buckets full of water while wearing such beautiful dresses?" She places her finger on her lip confusingly. The three girls all look at her with a kind smile, before nodding at each other.

"For this~"

Pocahontas suddenly screams as she finds herself drenched is freezing water from head to toe. Her beautiful and favourite dress is wet all over, no dry marks whatsoever to warm even a speck of her body. The water continues to flow from the outer layer, into the inner layer, piercing her skin with the cold liquid. Her once dry hair is completely wet, as it flops down her back and covering her eyes a little. Her beautiful hair clip was met with an unfortunate fate as it breaks to pieces from the pressure of the water pushing it to a rock. She can feel the uncomfortable touch of wet socks inside her water covered boots, as her toes freeze from the cold water. Her whole skin begins to turn a shade of red from the cold, and her body begins to go numb from the sudden arctic liquid that poured down on her from the buckets the girls were holding. In addition to the numbing and frozen feeling, the now strong winds do not prevent her from developing an illness from this.

"Hmph! Ya think you can have Sir Kirkland? Ya gotta be kidding me, ya barbaric tramp!"

Whoah what do we have here o.O drama? fight? Well, looks like we'll have to see next chapter ;) Unfortunately, the next one will not be posted as fast as this one, but hopefully it'll be posted soon! I have to compelete some assignments, as well as exam prep, so let's see where this will take me :)