Discovery Chapter One
From the day I was born, in very late spring, my mother knew I was a different child, she told me so everyday. I was a quite child, never wanting to play with other children; I never left the house, only on days when we had church. I didn't speak my first word until I was three, and still do not speak much but I am not a shy person, I never have been. I was born the first of June 1216. I was born into a strict catholic, Irish kin, and I was very different and unique in more ways then one, and this is my story of discovery. To start with, my elder brothers inherited our father's warm brown eyes, tall and bold figure, and their curls of dark red hair with fair toned skin. On the other hand, his last child who is I, Rivkah; had fierce emerald green eyes, long, thick messy and yet curly locks the color of a chestnut, fine bone structure, thin and the color of fresh milk. Even at a young age, my father could have sworn I was my mother, and everyone knew where and what family I came from with one look at me. Our mother was taken from us, and do this day I still blame myself, if would have been a better listener, and not so stubborn, and listened to her when she told me not to play so close the waters' edge, then she would still be alive. My father, along with my eldest brother, Connor, can only look at me for moments before they must turn away, we all loved my mother dearly, but these two knew her long before the rest of us, and had many memories they shared about the fire as we sipped herbal tea.
Now I am twelve, and known as the wild child of this village. Always running threw the woods by myself, never asking for company and if I had some how gotten company, I would run off deeper into the woods until they lost track of me. The real reason I had run off was that Oshikima River was close by, the place I had lost my mother, the only place I felt I was with her, and I had seen several girls walk down the hidden path, and my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I never got to the river; the woods to deep and I could no longer run threw the plants and dead bark in my skirts and boots. But today, after church, I would make it there. As we sang the songs, read the bible, and drank the wine, several things about the church had caught my eye, and these weren't normal things, I watched a girl, about nineteen, Conor's age, walk across the hall, holding her skirts up as she walked, so you could see a bit of her pale skin. She had brown eyes, and her raven hair braided tightly at the back of her head. She was beautiful, and I felt very strange, I had not thought she was pretty in a matter of speaking, but beautiful, and could only think of what she hid underneath her loose cloths. My brother, Zared, smiled, and leaned over to our younger brother, Cealum, whispering. They both smiled at each other, secretive smiles, but I knew what they had spoken so quietly about, their warm brown eyes telling me everything as they looked back at the raven- haired girl, and I felt jealous, that I could never have her. I shook my head, and turned my green eyes away from her, confused and frustrated about my feelings. I looked at a rather handsome boy, brown hair, brown eyes, nicely built, but the beautiful girl was still in my mind and I felt no feelings toward the man that looked back at me, smiling. I nodded, and looked down at my muddy boots, very confused.
After church, Lady Anne invited us for tea, I followed my father along with my six elder brothers until we reached the center of town, making sure I would not be missed, I turned on my heel and ran to the woods, I could be quite when I wanted to, like a cat in the night, if I wished not to be seen, I could not be seen. I found my way to the woods, and reached into an old oak tree, I quickly grabbed the faded sack inside, untied the knot and pulled out some of my raggedy cloths, for I could not run about the woods' muck in a white linen dress, and it was my only nice thing I had. I quickly undid the buttons of my linen dress, and folded it and placed it nicely in the faded sack. My long curly hair was long enough to hide practically all that was private on my body so I did not worry, and besides there was no one out here to see me in this manner. I pulled on my black leggings, and a black tunic with golden vines and leaves on the hem; it was old and worn, but good enough. Quickly, I retied my boots and pulled my hair out of my tunic, shoving the sack back into the oak tree, I scanned the trees with my fierce eyes before I headed out, the walk would take hours, well into night. The walk was indeed beautiful and relaxing to start with. The oak trees made a huge canopy from their leaves and large branches, shading the path, but letting just enough of the sun to see ahead and to feel perfect warmth from the sunbeams. Around noon, I relaxed against a trunk of a great oak, eating berries and nuts I had gathered. Deer, birds, raccoons, and some other strange creatures walked about the woods, but paid me no attention. I watched the sunbeams dance on the wood's floor, smiling. An hour or two passed, after relaxing and rubbing my sore legs, I was ready to move on again, I could already hear the light trickling of the slow moving river.
The woods I knew like the back of my hand, or so I thought. I realized I could no longer hear the purring of the river, and it had grown dark, my path was no longer as easy to see, or able to be seen at all. I was forced to sit down on a vine-covered trail, hidden from me. I sat there rubbing my sore legs, but I ached from head to toe. I relaxed against a strong trunk, took of my mud covered boots and stretched out my legs, letting the cool breeze blow my messy curls about my head and cool my warm skin. I relaxed further, and closed my eyes, letting the strong oak support me. My eyelids began to close, when I heard hasty footsteps, and small twigs snapping, and on the cool breeze, very hushed voices, many voices at least eight or nine. I shoved my feet into the boots, tied them up and scanned the woods. My father always said, "One who is alert and ready is never surprised, never be surprised." He was a very good hunter and warrior indeed. The voices were louder now, and I could tell they were girls, but why were girls, lots of them, trailing about the woods? In the dark? Such an odd question to ask, as here I am hiding behind a tree, ready to pounce, and yes, I am a girl running about in the wild at night. I thought to myself. I stepped out from behind the tree, and came face to face with a blonde girl. I had never seen her, but she was very pretty. She jumped back and the girls behind her gasped and exchanged glances. "Who are you? And what do you do here?" she said, she was afraid, I could tell and she wasn't from the village, how far have I walked? How far am I away from home? I wondered, looking back at her. Another girl, lit her lantern so they could see my face, all of the girls inhaled and took a step back. "Look at her eyes! Leagh, step back she is not safe!" one of the girls yelled, she was handsome, but not to my liking, I just glared at the group.
"Rivkah and I am headed for the Oshikima River." I said softly, but all of them heard me. "What do you do here?" I asked, looking back at the girl who stood before me, she must have been sixteen. She looked about her group and they nodded.
"We are headed to a creek only moments away," she said, looking over me and down the path. "You are not from here?" she asked looking me in the eye I shook my head. "No, I... well; I'm from an Irish kin." I was not sure exactly where my home was, the group nodded, their eyes hadn't left my face for a minute. "And what do you mean 'I am not safe'?" I asked, glaring at the handsome girl in the back.
"I. your eyes they scare me you look as if you are going to snap any minute pounce on one of us..." She mumbled.
"That's silly but understandable, I am told so very much by my father." I said, and then looked down at my feet, was my father and brothers looking for me?
"Will you come with us? To the creek?" The blonde girl took my hand, and I loved her smooth skin on mine, I simply nodded and turned with her down the path, my father and brothers and the worries that came with them totally disappeared as she linked her arm with mine, chatting quietly, about, well nothing really. The girl just talked, and I listened, for I am not much of a talker.