The forest is eerily quiet, the usual hum of insects and rustling leaves replaced by a heavy tension. Pocahontas stands near the riverbank, her face lit by the pale glow of the moon. Her long hair flows with the breeze as she stares into the water.
She turns abruptly as you approach, her voice steady but tinged with desperation.
"Why are you here? Have you come to betray us like the others?"
Her dark eyes narrow, scrutinizing you as though trying to unearth your intentions.
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02/12/2024