This is a very new endeavor for me. I have taken Pocahontas and crossed it with one of my favorite musicals, Aida
The story is completely AU and has little to do with the movie or historical fact at all. However, i feel that the story of Aida is one that could be transposed inot this time period with soimilar character. I hope you will give it a chance.
It helps to be familar w/ the plot of Aida and if you are not, feel free to email me and I will be happy to either send you a summary of the play or post in in the next chapter. Without it, one could easily get confused, but it will all be exlained in time.
I hope you enjoy this fic and keeep an open mind to the story itself. Please be sure to leave a review on you way out! Thank you again and here we go..
Metroploitain Musuem of Art
Modern Day, New York City
I just knew this would happen. I just knew it!
Paige stopped dead in the center of the hallway and looked around. Why did Nicole have to take off on her own? The surrounding walls were covered from paintings from all of the different historical eras and different artistic styles. Idly, she examined each one as she strolled along the corridor, waiting for her friend to come and find her.
This is what she gets for just taking off and leaving me here. Paige sighed and once again checked her watch. This whole outing had been Nic's crazy idea. When word had gotten out that the Metropolitan was featuring an exhibit of early English artwork, Nicole had flipped. Always the artist, she had continuously begged Paige to go with her until she finally relented. So, this morning they had awoken early and arrived at the museum by eight so they would have all day to look at the art.
Of course to Paige, it was about as much fun as going to the dentist.
But, like the faithful best friend she was, she had allowed Nicole to drag her through room after room of what Nicole had called "the prime of the artistic world."
And how does she repay her?
By taking off and leaving Paige in a maze of paintings, sculptures, and drawings.
"Come on, Nicole. Where are you?" Paige muttered as she glanced at her watch once more. It had now been a good half hour since she had last seen her friend and the museum was closing shortly. The woman glanced up, only to have something catch her interest. On the wall in front of her hung a series of painting entitled "Old World meets New." and she moved closer inspect them.
The first two portraits hung side by side, one of a classy-looking woman with lovely features, fair skin, and light blonde hair. Under the painting was a plaque positioned under it and Paige leant in to read what it said. Lady Abigail Stone was known for her frivolous nature and expensive tastes. Yet she also possessed a generosity and depth that only her family and closest friends saw.
Paige blinked a couple of times, as if drawn in my the woman's natural beauty and grace. It was almost as if she had seen her before. Stepping back she shook her head and shifted her attention to the painting that hung next to it. The second painting was that of a native man, his face hard and almost uncaring. Glancing down at the plaque, she read the inscription. Not much is known of the painting or of the man it contains. There is, however, reason to believe that he was an iatrical part of Lady Stone's life, though no one know exactly how.
If she had felt a connection to the woman's painting, this one was now almost uncanny. I feel like I know him. Squinting hard, she took another look at the paintings. Maybe he was one of her ancestors. Her parents had told her that her ancestors were Native American, but the family records had been lost in a fire almost two centuries ago. Paige glanced from one to the other. That had to be it.
The shrill ring of her cell phone interrupted her thoughts and she saw it was her long lost friend. "Hello Nicole." She began moving down the hall as she talked. "Yes, I'm still at the museum. Where are you? Nicole, that's on the other side of the building!" A sigh. "Yes, I'll wait here. I'm in the Old meets New exhibit. Yep. Okay. See you in a few."
She flipped the phone shut and turned back to look at the rest of the exhibit, however she found herself ramming into something very hard. Slightly dazed, she looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen and a deep voice filled her ears.
"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
His voice held a hint of an English accent and Paige found herself trying to regain some equilibrium. "I'm fine."
The man smiled. He had short blonde hair that was slightly spiked on the top, sapphire eyes that lit up when he smiled, and strong features. "Forgive my manners. I'm Jonathan." He held out his hand.
She accepted it. "Paige. I'm sorry about that. I didn't see you there."
"Not a problem." He released her hand and turned to glance at the paintings. "You're an artist?"
She snorted. "Hardly. I'm waiting for my friend. She abandoned me in favor of late 17th century impressionism."
He laughed. "I have a friend like that."
She laughed with him and then heard a deep masculine voice. "Do you think the time has finally come?"
"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
He turned to look at her in surprise. "What?"
She turned, embarrassed. "Nothing. My mistake. Instead she turned her attention back to the wall and her eyes widened in astonishment. The painting of the man now had his eye's focused on the portrait of Lady Stone instead of forward like they had been before. Paige immediately brought her gaze to the floor. I must be losing it.
But then she distinctly heard a soft feminine voice. "I do believe the time is upon us."
Snapping her eyes back to the paintings, she saw that Lady Stone's eyes were now focused on the native man as well. "Impossible" she murmured to herself.
"What's impossible?" Jonathan's questioning eyes were upon her.
She immediately felt the heat creep up her face. "Nothing. I'm just thinking."
He said nothing, only glanced at the clock on the wall. "Wow. Forgive me, but I have to get going or I'll be in the same situation as you." He offered a sympathetic smile. "Hope you find your friend. Nice to meet you."
"You too." She waved as he walked away and she moved on to see the rest of the exhibit.
"Paige!" Her attention was caught as she noticed Nicole hurrying towards her. "There you are! Come on. The museum is closing. We have to leave."
"Coming." As Nicole grabbed her arm and began to lead her away, Paige turned to cast a final glance at the last two paintings in the gallery, one of a man, ruggedly handsome and daring, and the other of a woman, spirited and exquisitely beautiful.
"I do believe the time is upon us."