Taby Cortez walked into the glamorous hotel. Beautiful gold
curtains hung from each window. Wealth surrounded her. Even
though she knew that she should be home, she walked and walked
deeper into the lands of dreaming. She thought of herself,
sitting in a chair petting an expensive little dog the size of a
large coffee cup. A butler approached her. "Madame," he said
sheepishly, "Would you care for a cup of fresh of Ice tea? It's
your favorite… Lemon!" He bent over to where Taby was sitting,
and showed her the glass. "Why thank you Henson!" Taby declared.
A loud clatter of noise arose interrupted her day dream.
Splat! Chime! Craaaaaccckkk!!! Taby fell over the manager
of the Chike Hotel. In his hands was a glass of water, a pen, and
pad of paper. The manager lifted up his broken pen. "The glass,
do you know where this came from? England straight from England!
The hotel's glass, this will come out of my pay!" the manager
said angrily. "I am SO sorry! I didn't…. I was just… I'm so
sorry." She knew that she had to get home soon. "No! Go now!"
yelled the manager. Taby left the Chike hotel. She ran and ran
until her heart felt like it would burst. She hid in the bright
red barn only a few yards away from her house. In between the
rafters there was a small place in between where only one person
could fit. This was Taby's favorite spot. As the sky grew darker
and darker Taby slowly began to shut her eyes and then she dazed
into a deep sleep.
It was early morning, and Taby awoke when she heard her name
being called. "Taby! Taby!" She heard her mom call. Taby swiftly
climbed through the rafters and down the ladder which took her to
the front of the barn. She pushed open the barn doors, but as she
did her mom saw her and began to weep. "Taby where were you?!"
Her mom started spewing questions. "Where in the world were you?
I can't believe this! How could you scary me this much?" Tabby
hung her head in shame. She knew that she should have gone home
sooner and straight home.
Tabby was grabbed by her mother. In a big bear hug Tabby could
feel her mother's body and warmth. Once she let go, Tabby could
see how her mother's body swam in her huge worn clothes. "Pa, I
am so sorry," Tabby said when she saw Will her, father; walk up
to her, drunk as usual. He was taking his belt off. "No Will,
don't hurt her. She didn't do anything. I am sure she was
probably in town," her mother said glancing over at Tabby. "No
Theresa," her father thought about it then took action. Shoving
her mother away he got to Tabby. He grabbed her arm swinging her
as if she was a rag doll. Will brought her around the small
crooked house. The belt was out and firm. Tabby bent over feeling
small and pathetic. There was one...two...three loud smacks each
stinging worse than the last. Tabby bit her lip as the sting and
pain went to her toes all the way up to her head. She knew she
had to be strong and for her mother she put on a brave face. We
have all heard the saying no pain no gain right? Tabby
thought. She sorely stumbled into her cottage. It looked run down
She rolled into bed to sleep off the pain of the hard leather
belt. As she did, Tabby thought of how cruel Will was and how
deeply she hated him for beating her and her mother, wasting away
all her mother's hard earned money on alcohol, and for
killing her little innocent baby brother. Tabby didn't
want to think of him as her father. Will is his name and he is
nothing but a stranger. Because of him, she is now an only child.
Tabby will never forgive him for that.
Waking up cold and upset, Tabby sighed. She knew she had to go
through another day of pain, worry, and abuse. She trudged to the
outhouse and then into the kitchen. She made breakfast in a
hurry. It was just simple eggs, bread, and a petite side of some
fresh fruit. It was all they had.
There was a force dragging her to the barn as she staggered to
it. Once in it, she walked to the beautiful and lean horse in the
back right corner. They owned a meager two oxen, three chickens,
and one horse. She loved this young and spunky horse. Only a
filly she was big for her size. Tabby walked up to Sundance and
patted her soft velvety nose. "Are you hungry girl?" Tabby asked
the underfed horse. Sundance whinnied a happy and loud reply yes.
Tabby walked around the corner and found the hay bail. Grabbing a
flake of hay and tossing it over the entrance to the stall Tabby
stared out the window next to the stall on the right. The sun
seamed to stare down at her and Sundance. The sun peaked over the
hills as it became sunrise. The colors of it were amazing oranges
and reds scattered through the sky. It was like fire. Sundance
looked over at the sun. She whinnied and did a small move to the
left then the right. It was a small dance she did every morning.
This is why Tabby named Sundance, Sundance. Tabby never knew why
she did the dance. The sun made her coat glisten as she
peacefully ate. A voice suddenly made her jump. "Tabby time to
eat!" yelled her mother. "Sundance, I will come back soon." She
said as she ran to the house.
The moon light lit the whole house. It was bright and full. Tabby
was listening for the snoring from her dad to know that they were
asleep. Listening in she heard a loud snore. Will sleeps through
everything, Tabby repeated to herself. She through on some
clothes, and silently creped through the house. She decided to
sneak out the open window and not the door. She knew how loud it
was. Once she was outside there shouldn't be any problem. Walking
up to the barn, she heard the animals scatter. She was inside
when Sundance whinnied to loud. "Shhh! be quiet! I can't wake up
Will!" Tabby whispered to the horse. She took the halter off the
hook and walked into Sundance's stall. She put it on without a
problem. Tabby felt like a criminal sneaking out of the barn with
Sundance. They walked to the far away arena. "Okay I want to ride
you. I don't know how so I hope we can teach each other. No one
has the time to teach me how to ride." Tabby told the horse like
she was talking to a long lost friend. Sundance shook her head.
The first attempt Tabby got on the wrong side. Sundance jumped to
the other way. Tabby now on the left side calmed Sundance. "It's
okay Sundance I wasn't trying to scare you. I just don't know
much." Tabby stroked her when she relaxed she tried again. She
jumped on her back and swung her right leg over her back. She was
on her! She was on her the right way too.
Tabby wasn't sure what to do next. She remembered when Will
kicked Sundance to go. She kicked Sundance in the sides. Sundance
took off at a full canter. Tabby grabbed on to the horses mane
and held on for dear life. "Ho! Slow dooowwn!"Tabby called as she
was slipping off. Sundance kept going and not a pace slower.
Tabby slipped off her. She fell down on her hip. Sundance
stopped, noticing that she was riderless. Sundance walked up to
Tabby and nudged her on her shoulder. "Ugg! Sundance that hurt!"
She said as she got up, "Let's try that again and I won't kick
you so hard."
Later, as Tabby was on the horse she realized it was getting
light. "Dang it! We have to go Sundance!" She got off and grabbed
her halter. They walked back to the barn upset that they had to
stop the riding lessons. Once everything was the way it was
earlier, Tabby ran back to the house to make breakfast.
For the next few nights Sundance and Tabby learned. Tabby learned
how to ride and Sundance enjoying every bit of it. It was a foggy
night only a crescent moon to guide her way Tabby, slowly made
her way down the path. Sundance was happy to see her owner. When
they were outside Tabby and Sundance heard a small noise. "It's
okay girl. Just a chipmunk right?" Tabby said to reassure
Sundance, but truly to reassure herself. The bush shook with
furry when Tabby glanced over while she was riding Sundance. A
pair of eyes looked right through her as if they were reading
her. She wheezed short breathes as she walked up to the bush. Why
was she so scared? It was only a small bunny right? She took a
Tabby has never seen an Indian before. She has heard harsh words
against them such as dirty savages. There was a small girl around
Tabby's age sitting behind the bush. Her hair to the side showed
the best of her deep brown eyes. The dress she wore was of
deerskin. It was slung over her left shoulder leaving her
tanned right shoulder bare.
Tabby stared in uncertainly. "Do you speak English?" The girl
stared into her eyes. "Who... Who are you?" Her voice so soft and
smooth replied, "Cherokee Indian." She stood up, but in a
heartbeat she was gone. Tabby's heart sunk she loved the
exhilaration of seeing an Indian. Sundance whinnied loudly
alarming Tabby. She saw the girl walk away into the small forest.
After she was gone Tabby walked Sundance to the barn and grabbed
a flake of hay. "Now Sundance you can't tell anyone about who we
saw tonight okay." She whinnied a pleasant response.
It was the night after and Tabby hoped the mysterious girl would
come back. As soon as she was in the arena, Tabby heard a
familiar noise. Smiling she walked to the bush, and another
surprise was present. There were two Native Americans near the
bush. Feeling like she had double vision she blinked. The same
girl was there, but next to her was an older boy. "Oh my, who are
you?" she said. "I am Ashwin and this is Daya," the boy said in
plain English. "I am Tabby. Does Daya speak English too?" She
said astounded that she was talking with an Indian who spoke
English. "Yes some English." Ashwin said. Daya and Ashwin spoke
to each other quickly in their native language.
"Daya says she has been watching you for nights. She loves your
"Could you tell her thank you?"
They spoke and Daya spoke this time, "Your welnome." She stumbled
on her words saying welnome not welcome. In some way this made
Tabby laugh. Tabby heard her named called.
She looked at the sky and it was still dark. Her stomach dropped
and her heart sped. "I have to go. Please leave now before my
parents find you. GO!" she yelled at Ashwin and Daya. Tabby
hopped on her horse and raced back to the barn to hide Sundance.
Tabby ran back to the house.
Her mother walked out of the door as Tabby
released an enormous breath from her lungs. "Tabby where were
you? Do you know what would happen if your father… I mean Will
found out you were out here?" Tabby hates that her and her mother
have to always live under the stress of pushing Will too far.
Will is a bomb just waiting to explode over any little mistake.
"Mother I know I shouldn't be out here. I am so sorry. Can I go
back to bed now? I am tired." Tabby said in a rush so she could
go back to her room and leave. "Um… Yes." She walked around the
corner and as she did she heard the faint sound of weeping.
When Tabby met the Indian siblings every night,
she learned so many new and exciting things. Daya taught her how
to ride Sundance without a saddle. Ashwin taught her how to creep
around more quietly. "Yes. Now, think light and cautious. A quiet
hunter is a good hunter," Ashwin calmly said to Tabby. While they
were practicing, Daya heard a thud.
Sundance whinnied unexpectedly and started to pace nervously.
Her eyes wild as she turned around. Bam! Sundance had kicked the
wood fencing. Tabby, Daya, and Ashwin sprinted toward her. The
sound of Sundance's hoofs hitting the fencing made Tabby want to
scream. She knew the sound was loud. What could she do? Her mind
raced with fret when she thought about Will suddenly woken up.
Ashwin and Daya stepped closer to calm Sundance down. Sundance
galloped off. A few minutes later a loud snore came from her
house. Everyone including Sundance exhaled. "Sundance you can't
just take off over anything. It might expose us," Tabby said
stroking her beloved horse after she caught up with the runaway
horse. "Tabby, me and Daya need to return to camp," said Ashwin
in a worried voice. "Yes you should go. Thanks for helping me
catch Sundance," Tabby responded. "Bye," Daya said while rubbing
Sundance. She loved being scratched right below her neck.
The day was coming to an end and Will wasn't home. Tabby and her
mother made dinner. They sat down and Tabby noticed how fragile
her mother was. Her clothes hung limp and looked misplaced on her
body. Tabby thought about how the clothes were 10 times the size
of what her mother needed. She took a small bite of her potatoes.
The taste was bland and unappetizing. Tabby heard a sound of
leather boots hitting the dirt when she looked over at her
mother. Her eyes looked vacant and dark. Black circles around her
eyes hid her natural beauty. The door swung open and as Tabby
smelled the disgusting smell of alcohol she knew that this night
was going to be frightening.
Will swung a bottle of whiskey as he tried to walk.
"Will, we made you some dinner."
"Well I sure hope you did."
"Tabby, go get him his plate," her mother said looking straight
into her eyes. "Yes mother," Tabby could only whisper. When Tabby
tried to pass Will he grabbed her arm. The rage of past years
bubbled inside of Tabby and she yelled, "Let go of me!" Will's
face hardened and his eyes became slits. "What did you say?" he
screamed in her ear. The smell of whiskey was over whelming.
"Will, stop she didn't mean it," her mother said. He swung her
outside just like a young girl.
Will turned around to smack her approaching mother. The blood
dripped down her mother's forehead. "Tabby run! Run far away!"
her mother screamed. Tabby turned around and ran to the door.
Will's hand reached out to grab her arm again. She ran a little
farther and stopped facing the house. Tabby said, "You asshole!"
She turned around and ran as if her life depended on it. Tabby
just escaped his true wrath.
Thump thump, Tabby's heart pounded inside her chest. She felt
like a run -away criminal. Daya and Ashwin hid in the far bushes.
"What happened?" asked Ashwin in panic. "Will, is what happened,"
she said with force and hate. "Our horse is a few minutes away,"
Ashwin ignored Tabby's comment.
When Tabby, Daya, and Ashwin returned to camp, the sun was
peeking through the hills. There were many Cherokee people
stepping out of their homes. Talk spread through the riverbank
fast Tabby thought. The white girl has come. The days passed.
Tabby could only talk to Ashwin and Daya. No one else but the
chief spoke her language. That night Ashwin and Daya came into
Tabby's tent. "Ashwin, I need to go back go back for my mother
and Sundance. I have to save them," Tabby pleaded to Ashwin. "I
know. We will help you too. Daya and I will accompany you,"
Awshin spoke to her.
The very next night Tabby met her two friends at a dead stump at
the corner of camp. "Daya and I will go around and sneak into the
barn and ride Sundance out. You need to sneak your ma out,"
Ashwin. The trio walked the mile to Tabby's old home. Hiding
behind a bush, a bird suddenly swooped down right above Daya's
head. "Ahh!" Daya screeched. Tabby swung her hand over Daya's
mouth. Relief over whelmed Tabby when a rhythmic snore echoed in
the valley. They split up. Tabby crept into the house. Hiding in
the shadows Tabby slowly walked to her mother and Will's room.
His snore got incredibly loud. Tabby cupped her mother's mouth as
she calmly shook her. Her eyes became wild and crazy. You could
see her huge pupils. Tabby's hand stuck to her mouth when she
took a deep breath. "Be quite I came to help you escape there is
a safe place that's somewhere far away from here. Trust me
please," whispered Tabby. Her mother's eyes changed into a loved
and soft look. Will coughed and snorted. His eyes slowly opened.
Then he caught a glance of Tabby. They opened wide. Tabby flew
out of the house as she felt something pull at her clothes. A
hard grasp clung to Tabby's clothes. Tabby turned around and
punched Will in the gut. She heard a grunting noise as she ran to
the safe arms of her friends.
"Where is your Ma?" Daya asked. "Will woke up and I had to run
away," replied Tabby. They walked Sundance back to camp in
silence. What was there to talk about? Tabby didn't save her
mother. At least she had her best friend. "I'm going to take
Sundance down to the river," said Tabby to Daya and Ashwin. "Be
caryful," said Daya. Tabby smiled at the way she said careful.
Tabby turned and by the moon lit night she walked to the river.
Sundance trudged next to Tabby. Sundance picked up on the sad
energy. "Sundance I failed. I couldn't save my ma," Tabby
mumbled. Tears slowly dripped down her cheek. Her eyes welled up
at the thought of not seeing her mother again. Sundance walked up
to the water and played with it. A splash of water fell on
Tabby's bare arm. She let out a laugh. It rang and echoed in
rocky forest. The moon light hit the water. Tabby starred into
the starry sky. It was a deep purple mixed with the stars shining
bright. She felt a presence lurking around her. She didn't know
if it was good or bad. "Tabby I love you. Tabby I truly love
you," a smooth voice whispered in her ear. At that moment Tabby
knew that no matter what or how bad things get her mother will
always love her. "Ma I love you, I truly love you," Tabby said to
the beautiful night sky.
Pulling back the drapes of her small home, the sun shown into
Tabby's eyes. She took a step forward into the morning sun.
"Tabby! Come over here!" Tabby heard a faint call. She turned her
head and saw the Chief. "Young Tabby I need to speak with you,"
Chief said. "Yes Chief?" Tabby wondered why he was speaking with
her. "Tabby I do know that your home is a few ways down the
river. The next day we are moving camp," he said looking deeply
into her eyes. "But I can't leave my home is here," Tabby cried
out. "We aren't going to force you. We are only inviting you. But
you should know that if you come with us you will become a part
of us our tribe," Chief said as if she was his own daughter. The
look in his eyes tore at her heart. "I need time. I will tell you
by night fall," said Tabby.
The sun set to the east as colors unknown scattered the sky. It
was soon night fall as Tabby walked along the river. A sudden
rustle came from the other side of the river. "Ashwin come out
from there I know it's you!" called Tabby. "How did you know?"
Ashwin asked. "You left your cutting knife over there," Tabby
said. "Oh thanks I almost left that. That would be bad," Ashwin
said. "So what is so special about that knife," Tabby pointed to
his knife. "It's a long story," said Ashwin. "I have lots of
time," Tabby said. "Do you see this?" Ashwin asked Tabby as he
pointed to the handle of the knife. Tabby nodded. "Well my mother
was walking along this same river when she picked up some drift
wood. It was short and stubby. She brought it back to my father.
It had some special importance. My father carved this handle out
of the wood. Then later on my mother became heavy with child. She
gave birth to me on a blue moon. The very next night my mother
carried me over to where she found the drift wood. There lay
ashes and ashes. Within the ashes there was a hard metal. It was
thick and sharp. My father added this to the handle to make a
knife. That's how they named me Ashwin," he said as if it was
only yesterday. "See that wasn't so long," Tabby joked around.
"It was kind of magical."
Tabby stepped into her home when a hard hand took hold of her
shoulder. "Young Tabby have you made a choice?" Chief questioned.
"Yes Chief I have. I would like to stay with you, Ashwin, Daya
and the tribe," Tabby replied. "You have made a good and wise
choice," he said.
The next morning Tabby had to say good bye to her home to now
make a new home. She packed all her things including her small
home. Lugging all her belongings on Sundance she walked her over
to where some people were walking. The move was now taking place.
Sundance whinnied loudly. Her feet danced around like the ground
was scorching hot. "It's okay Sundance we are going to a new
home, a better one," Tabby said as she stroked Sundance's nose.
Sundance calmed down but there was a look in her eyes that seemed
to say I guess I just have to trust you.
The long walk to the north side of the valley was exhausting and
a drag. Fog was thick and you could only see the other person's
horse's tail. It soon began to rain then progressed to a light
fluffy snow. A thin layer collected on the ground. Sundance walk
close to the horse in front of them. She crept closer and closer
until bam! The other horse crow hopped into the air. Her
front legs picking up off the ground Sundance reared. The horse's
owner stomped through the fog and into visibility. Steam seemed
to be rising out into the air from her ears. "Did yer horse do
that?" she asked her voice scratchy and loud. "Um yes I'm so
sorry," Tabby said. "She better move or she will be the next
meal!" the woman said. "Dacia! Stop messing with Tabby and her
horse," Daya walked next to Tabby. Dacia said something in their
language that Tabby didn't understand. "You better watch your
back girl," Dacia said to Tabby. Her eyes shrink into little
slits. She was an evil cat. Daya glared back at her. Dacia turned
and disappeared into the fog. Amarion was starring at the trio
fighting. Amarion was a quiet and peaceful person. He had deep
brown eyes and the most beautiful tan skin. "Dacia's not fond of
you," Daya said. "I see that," Tabby remembered the way she
looked at her and how disgusted she was.
The long train of people finally stopped at their destination.
Since it was so foggy, Tabby couldn't see what the north valley
looked like. She could hear the sound of a waterfall. Daya sighed
as she was walking next to Tabby. Sundance whinnied and stepped
forward like she was meeting an old friend. Tabby saw who was
emerging from the fog. Chief walked out from the blanket of gray.
Chief patted Sundance on the muzzle. "Chief," said Daya, "are we
expecting a storm?" "Yes my little bird. We must prepare soon,"
he said to her in a sorrowful voice. He turned to leave. "Tabby
we need to step up a small lento before the snow storm," said
Daya as she started unpacking the stacks on Sundance's back.
Wind whipped Tabby's hair around as she looked into the heart of
a snow storm. The fog let up just before the storm. Her eyes
began to water. Then, she saw Daya running over into the forest.
That couldn't be her Tabby thought to herself. A
colorful feather danced around in the wind. That's Daya's
feather she wears in her hair Tabby thought again.
Tabby swiftly ran after her. Daya ran to the left as she now
entered the forest. She saw her shadow jumping from spot to spot.
Tabby ran after it when she met a huge waterfall. She could feel
the mist on her face. Even though it was snowing the water was
fairly warm. Daya was sitting on a rock crying. "Daya is there
something wrong?"Tabby asked Daya as her head turned around. A
stream was flowing out of her eyes. "Oh Tabby you scarred me,"
she said. "I'm sorry but what's wrong?" she curiously asked. "I'm
upset because Ashwin had to stay back at the old camp," she said
"Is that why I didn't see him packing?"
"But why does he have to stay back?"
"Well he lost his knife."
"Oh a few nights ago he told me the story of it. I know how
important it is to him. Can we go help him?"
"No we have to go on and help the women with the unpacking. I'm
scared now because there is an even bigger storm. He may not make
it back to the new camp."
Flurries of snow surrounded Daya and Tabby. Tabby
felt sick to her soul. Ashwin and Daya have become more than
friends. They are now Tabby's new family. Tears trailed down her
face as she sat down with Daya. What would happen to Ashwin?
Would he be able to find his knife and come to the new camp
The next few days passed with no sign of Ashwin.
Tabby awoke just before the sun slowly rose in the sky. She was
walking next to Sundance when she did her little dance, to the
left then to the right. Her dance she does every morning. It was
a crisp and bright morning. There was no trace of winter in the
wind. Thump thump. Tabby felt a small vibration in the
ground like the Earth was about to erupt. There was a small but
dark figure coming down the path. Ashwin's friendly face
appeared. He was ridding up top his beautiful black and white
paint. "Ashwin you made it! Did you get caught in the storm?" she
asked. "I found my knife then got caught in a storm a few miles
away from the old camp," Ashwin said as she swung off his god
like horse. Tabby embraced Ashwin like a long lost sibling. "We
need to go tell the camp," Tabby said to Ashwin as they slowly
walked over to the camp.
The sun stroked her face as she sat atop
Sundance. Her smooth trot made Tabby bounce lightly. Tabby felt
at peace with her horse and friends at her side. "Tabby we have
something to show you," Chief said to her while he trotted upside
next to her. The three were sent to go into town but the chief
then joined them. "Tabby you cannot go into town unless you are
willing to take the risk of your father being there," said Chief
in a monotone. "I understand but without me Daya and Ashwin will
get kicked out of the shops. And that means we will not bring
back hunting supplies," Tabby explained to Chief. "Then you will
have to disguise yourself," he said. "No I will wait for them on
the outskirts of town," Tabby said as she found the solution.
Tabby was the tress as she waited silently. She
saw Daya's new feather emerging from her coal black hair. A few
seconds later she saw Ashwin. They had a yellowed paper next to
Ashwin's saddle horn. "What's that?" Tabby asked curious. "Take a
look," Ashwin said to the ground. The air felt hot and sticky.
Tabby's throat was scratchy. Sundance perked up and focused on
the newspaper. Daya handed the newspaper to Tabby.
The county police had an anonymous tip in. This
person would still like to remain anonymous. While the sheriff of
the country was first to report to the crime scene more
investigators arrived later.
On Downs St. at 11 o'clock pm. Theresa Cortez was
found with deep wounds to the thighs and hips and gushing cut
across her left eye. Will Cortez was found to be the criminal. At
the crime scene there was found many beer bottles and broken
glass. By 12o'clock am Theresa Cortez was pronounced dead. Will
Cortez was sent to jail for abuse against a woman and murder.
Tabby sobbed and sobbed the last good and pure
thing left was her mother and she's gone. Gone forever… gone. Why
her? What did she do? Will should die! I hate him with all my
heart. Why? Why? Her eyes reread the last word until her eyes
hurt, Murder... The days passed with no meaning. The blue skies
turned to gray; the songbirds sing no more. Life has no meaning.
Every happy detail of the world has turned to black. Tabby feels
anger, depressed, the life and happiness sucked from her hands.
Now her hands are broken and empty. There are only memories to
help her pain. Her mother's face beautiful and happy…. now gone
ripped to shreds. She is now Gone.
Daya and Ashwin came to her tepee but there
smiling faces reminder her of her mother. Tabby saw them leave
and she cried. Tears, salty and wet. Tabby cried until she had to
drink water just to cry again. Gray darkness was closing in on
her. Life being pulled away.
Tabby awoke one late afternoon more happy than
usual. Daya was sitting on a rock near the waterfall. "Hi Daya,"
Tabby mumbled. "Tabby! You're up!" Daya pronounced excited. "Yes,
is there any news around camp?" Tabby asked. "Dacia got married!"
Daya chuckled. "Really? Who would marry her?!" Tabby's eyes
bulging from her head. They looked at each other with straight
faces. Then Tabby laughed and laughed. This was the first time
she has laughed since her mother's… death. Tabby looked at Daya's
smile. "I can't believe this! Who is it?" Tabby asked with an odd
giggle escaping her mouth. "Well do you remember Amarion from
the fight? He was the quiet one that was staring at me and
Dacia?" Daya whispered like this was a secret. "Oh yes I remember
him!" Tabby said. "But Amarion married her?! What an odd couple?"
Tabby said loudly realizing what Daya meant. Oh well I guess
opposites attract Tabby thought. Daya and Tabby let out
another loud laugh when Ashwin walked up. "Tabby are you okay?"
Ashwin called as he ran up to her. "Yes I'm fine, sad but fine,"
she replied. Tabby looked around at her friends when Sundance
came up whinnying. Sundance came up to Tabby and placed her giant
head on Tabby's right shoulder. It was like a horse hug. Tabby
rubbed her nose and Sundance let out a big sigh. Tabby felt at
home for once in her life she was at home with her friends. No
this was her family. Daya and Ashwin are her family along with
the rest of the tribe. Family. Tabby looked up at the setting
sun. Tabby I love you a voice said to her. It was her
mother speaking to her. "Mother I truly love you," said Tabby to
the sky. Her mother was sitting next to Tabby. Her breath warm
and inviting. Her eyes a pale gold and her body was a perfect
shape. Nothing like it was. Love tinted the air Tabby breathed
in. Tabby accepted that her old life was gone but she was in a
better place. She was finally home with her true family. With all
the worries behind Tabby life went on as a happily ever after.