“Oh my,” Cinderella gasped as she looked at the girl she was staring at. If this was a princess, this would certainly be the strangest princess any of them had yet seen. She had sparse clothing on in a sandy color, with her arms and legs exposed, but she had long, black hair that waved in the windy air.
    The girl was tattooed and she playfully smiled. Ariel decided, “How about you go through the same thing!” and Ariel plunged the girl into the water, and the girl came out, shaking her head out.
    “My name is Pocahontas,” the girl stated nobly. “We are in the Quiyoughcohannock river.”
    “The what?” Jasmine asked confusedly.
    “The Quiyoughcohannock river,” Pocahontas told Jasmine again.
    “You have to listen to your heart,” Pocahontas told the others. “What are all your names?” Pocahontas asked.
    Each of the other princesses went through their stories before Belle splashed forward and asked her, “Are you a princess?”
    “A princess?” Pocahontas asked. “I have not heard that term…”
    However, soon a wind whistle came and Pocahontas then cleared her throat before saying, “I am a daughter of a tribal chief.”
    “I guess that makes you a princess,” Jasmine told Pocahontas. “Come follow us, we have someone in danger…”
    “Who?” Pocahontas asked.
    “Her name is Aurora,” Cinderella told Pocahontas. “She’s another princess.”
    “The spirits of the rocks can tell us this,” Pocahontas told the others. “Follow me out onto the shore…”
    “But…” Cinderella began.
    “How are we supposed to…” Snow White continued.
    “Find out information from rocks?” Belle asked.
    “Scuttle says that there are…” Ariel began to say.
    “Who’s Scuttle?” Snow White asked.
    “Come on, let me show you,” Pocahontas told the princesses, and they all followed, Snow White and Ariel continued talking about Scuttle.
    “And how are we supposed to find out information from rocks?” Jasmine asked.
    “True,” Belle stated. “There must be something…”
    Pocahontas soon reached out to touch the nearest rock and a small glow emanated from it. Afterward, she began to look a bit concerned and she told the others, “Ah…I see.”
    “What is it?” Cinderella asked curiously.
    “Oh no…” Pocahontas began to say. “It would’ve been better if we’d never met, none of this would’ve happened.”
    The others looked confused at her and she stated, “Apparently, this Aurora friend of yours is trapped with somebody I cared about.”
    “Who is it?” Belle asked.
    “His name is John Smith,” Pocahontas told them seriously. “He was a settler, and I taught him about our culture here…but he was hurt trying to protect the Indian chief. He was supposed to get back to Britain for help, but his ship was apparently hijacked…”
    “Gaston!” Belle and Jasmine simultaneously groaned.
    “Was this John Smith relatively handsome?” Cinderella asked Pocahontas.
    “Quite, but it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t understand the spirits…”
    “Hold on,” Jasmine stated crossly. “Let me get this straight here. Are you saying that every single natural thing here holds a spirit?”
    “No,” Pocahontas told her. “Not everything here, but everything in the entire world has a life and a spirit in our world. That is why we must preserve our environment.”
    “Are you including animals?” Snow White asked Pocahontas breathlessly.
    “Yes,” Pocahontas replied warmly.
    “I know,” Snow White told Pocahontas brightly. The other princesses looked at her as she smiled and stated, “I will round up all the deer here and they can help us out!”
    “Maybe that will work…” Jasmine stated slowly, smiling at Snow White a tad.
    “Keep it down though,” Pocahontas told the others. “I don’t think it would be too bad if all the deer could hear, but I am not sure if my people would approve…”
    “Don’t worry,” Snow White stated brightly. “I have a very quiet singing voice.”
    Snow White began to sing, and she did round up some animals to come. However, there was a nearby tree that groaned, “I smell the blood of white colonists…”
    Cinderella froze. “Pocahontas, what is going on?”
    “We have to leave,” Pocahontas stated, and she and Snow White managed to convince all the deer to follow her. However, the tree stated, “You won’t get away, you settlers, for killing my dear son…”
    Pocahontas began to beckon at all the princesses and they all ran away, but all quickly fell behind Pocahontas, who turned out to be a very fast runner.
    “Nobody gets away from Nukpana, especially when she is in a towering temper!” the tree began to say evilly.
    “Nukpana…” Pocahontas began to say… and then she told the others, “Nukpana is a spirit…”
    Belle asked, “Whose spirit?”
    “The spirit of Kocoum’s dead mother!” Pocahontas told her.
    “Kocoum?” Ariel asked. “Who…”
    “No time to explain,” Pocahontas told her. “We just have to get away from her wrath!”
    “We can always call on the Fairy Godmother,” Cinderella stated.
    “The fairy what?” Pocahontas asked.
    “Listen, she sent us here, so she can send us somewhere else…assuming that is, you are the princess…”
    Cinderella began to say, “Fairy Godmother! Come here!”
    The fairy godmother soon swirled downward quickly and asked, “Oh dear…this is dangerous. Well, well, good job girls! You found your new princess. Now I’ll take you to your next world…”
    “Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!” The fairy godmother stated confidently, and before the princesses knew it, they were swirled up high, and soon began to fall upon the ground in a new area. This area, like the last, was also somewhat humid, and there were trees scattered throughout the area.
    “The evil spirit of Nukpana seems to be gone,” Pocahontas told the others. “We must watch out for spirits that…you don’t understand what I’m saying, do you?” Pocahontas told the others.
    “We do now,” Jasmine told her. “These spirits in your area are creepy…”
    “I guess let’s look for the next princess,” Belle stated exhaustedly, and soon, the six princesses all decided to take a nap under the shade of the trees.