[MY STORY] Even as Pocahontas, daughter of a Native American chief, agreed to maintain peace between her people and the English men, Governer Radcliffe still shot fire, aiming for her father. As he was nearly shot clear in the head, John Smith shoved him out of the way--collapsing to his death. Horrified by the sudden ordeal and rejection of their peace offering, her father demanded that the Britains leave their territory, but his daughter had a now changed perspective.
"Why don't they accept peace?!" she hoisted the spear her father held and leapt in front of the British army, disillusioned by their governer's sudden act. She impaled the man clean through his armor through the abdomen, pulling out a blade drenched in blood--blood of hatred, "Perhaps you were right... we ARE all savages."