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Becca
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Date Posted: 11:20:06 06/19/01 Tue
From where she had come to where she is lead, Becca had so blindly walked on. Questioning very little. It was simply not her nature. But oft times many are untrue to their nature. And mayhaps this was such the case with Rebecca. She knew and loved those who raised her as their own, but alas she was not really theirs. Who were the ones to join their seeds of life and create her. Tis now that she has once more settled in a place where she feels loved does she now wonder of who it is they love? Who do they see? Becca the slave, a faithful, loyal loving girl who would sooner die then displease. Yet, there were times when she felt lost and detached, it seemed the more she was pleasing the less she knew about herself. Paradox was the word for her. Where did she come from, who sired her? With the baby in Nessa's womb, with the power it had to touch her mind and speak to her, made Becca curious, all the more curious of her own birth rites. So guiding was the hand of Cricket for her, showing her the way to be the best of what she was. But was it really her? Was this her calling? It seemed so right, and she took to it well. There could be no other answer, or could there? Each day she roams the forest floors, searching. But for what? She had not an inkling. Yet as if a lemming, she is drawn there daily, and could not deny herself those visits even if she tried. Master Burgoo, took to her and for this she was grateful. She adored Cricket and Nessa as well. The family she ached for was now within reach, yes it would appear she had all she had ever sought after. Then why now does her mind wander and fret over things she may never come to know. Her birth parents. She knew there was something different about her then most, but she took it as a submissive nature. And is why she is what she is today. Again as she entered under the darkened canopy of the forest did her mind become and extension of herself, leading her and searching. What ghosts wait for her? She knows not, they haunt her in life, and she grows more weary with every passing day.
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