Becca looked around the campsite, but she couldnâ€™t find her mother. All she saw were drunken men singing songs, children running around playing, and women talking in small huddles. The fire in the middle of the campsite let off a light that gave the land nearby an eerie glow. The sky was black, but the moon shone brightly illuminating the forest that lay ahead.
Becca was going back to her familyâ€™s tent to see if her mother had returned when she was suddenly pulled aside into the darkness. As she was being pulled away she could see the glow of the fire disappearing until it was completely hidden by the trees. She wanted to scream, but she knew what would happen. Becca tried to struggle against her capturerâ€™s grip, but it was no use; he was much stronger than her, and besides she was forbidden to act against his kind. She was a girl he was a man, and it would be illegal to hurt a man if you are a woman.
Suddenly her journey through the woods came to an end. She was placed carefully on the ground, and her capturer turned around and dropped his knapsack. Becca suddenly saw an escape route. She leapt up and started to run, she ran as fast as her eight year old feet could carry her. Not even 2 seconds after her start she was being chased by a woman. Not just a woman, a woman so beautiful that it seemed impossible. Becca was so surprised and taken aback that she tripped over a tree root and fell onto her face.
â€śYoung girl why are you running away?â€ť The woman asked as she looked down upon Becca. Becca had no idea how it was possible. A woman that gorgeous, a woman that strong, and a woman that brave, how could that be? Only men had those traits.
â€śOh Becca, Iâ€™m not a normal woman. I am a Libertas Femina and the Parvulus of Sanctimonia.â€ť Becca was lost; she had no idea what was going on. She was homesick and she missed her mother. Becca couldnâ€™t help it, she started to cry. She sat up and put her head in her hands. Oh! How miserable she was. This strange woman was talking in an alien tongue, and she was miles away from her family and friends. But as seeing she was in the middle of a forest she probably never would see her family again.
â€śOh dear child, do not be sad. That woman you call mother isnâ€™t your true mother.â€ť The woman said bending down brushing Beccaâ€™s tears away. Becca looked at the woman with disgust. How dare this woman claim to know more about Becca than Becca herself?
â€śThen who, who is my mother?â€ť Becca cried out pushing the womanâ€™s hand out of her way. The woman had a look of unmistakable pity in her eyes. The woman seemed forlorn as she stood up. Her once straight shoulders, now slumped down making her look shorter.
â€śMy dear Becca, I am your mother.â€ť
Yes the story will unfold bit by bit…it will tell you everything you need to know in time’s worth