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[Govan]

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The mood was dark, even though the sun shone brightly. On the edges of her mind, she could feel something dark, brooding somewhere, somewhere nearby.... approaching. Suddenly, things went dark and there was a confusion of activity. She felt her sister's arm wrap around her, holding her tight. She felt somebody next to her, her brother. She could tell that much. Everything else was a blur. People were screaming and shoving. Her sister's arm held her tightly, but the force of the crowd was too much and ripped her from her sister's grip. She tried and tried to reach back, screaming her sister's name over and over, but it was no use, she was already too far away. Her sister couldn't even be seen. Her own feet still couldn't touch the ground. She was shoved one way, then another, then another. It went on for several minutes, though it seemed like several hours, before she was shoved out the side of the mob, out into the forest. She looked around, but didn't recognize anything. She cried, sobbed, loudly. She didn't care who heard her. She cried and ran, giving no heed to her path. Suddenly, she tripped over a tree root that was sticking up a bit, out of the ground, and went tumbling forward.....

Govan woke with a start and a scream. She sat up quickly, dripping with cold sweat, breathing fast, eyes wide with the fear of the dream. She looked around... large bed.... nightstand... desk... runebook shelves... stone walls... stairs.. A few more moments passed before she began to recognize where she was.... her home in Malas. Her breathing slowed. She rubbed her eyes. That same dream, reliving her past, had haunted her often since Dafyd told her of her true past... her true origins. She looked on her nightstand again. A shadow-iron goblet of water stood there, accompanied by the circlet and necklace Dafyd had given her. She took the goblet and drained it, then, after replacing the goblet back on the nightstand, she pushed the covers of the bed back, off her, and put her feet down on the cool, stone floor, dusting off her nightgown as she stood up. Giving a deep sigh, she went over to the window that was just past the end of the bed. She carefully stepped around a couple plants before standing at the window, crossing her arms, leaning on the windowsill, and gazing off into the distance. About a week earlier, she had sent off the little falcon, the one Dafyd had given her, with a message for Dafyd containing a long list of questions. Questions about the current state of the forest realm, about the people of it, and if her parents still lived... All the questions that would tell her if she needed to leave and find that realm, or if she could do what her heart most yearned for, to stay in Britannia, where she had just about all she ever wished for, and even more to live for. She didn't want to leave Tom, or Eowyn, or any of her other friends and family. Govan gazed out the window, hoping to see something new, some sign of the falcon's return... The skies were again empty of any news from that little bird of prey.

"What affect would staying here have, if many more found out about my origin?" Govan asked herself out loud, the thought just dawning on her.

Hurriedly, she went to her wooden chest and grabbed her latest favorite outfit, then stepped behind the room's changing board, and quickly washed and changed. When she stepped out, she folded her nightgown neatly, and put it in her chest. She brushed her long, auburn hair, then donned her matching floral wreath and cloak, then headed downstairs, where the stables were. As she entered the large stall and tended to Winter, her unicorn, she tried to think of who she knew who could possibly know, or have heard of, her people. As the list finished compiling in her mind, she swung up onto Winter's back. She led Winter outside and looked to the sky, once more, in all directions, for the falcon, then, not seeing anything still, called out the words "Kal Ort Por", on her way to talk to the people whose names came to her mind. She really hoped all the mystery of this newly revealed past would be over soon. Her mind would hardly be able to stand too much more suspense. Also she wanted to be able to talk to Tom about it, pretty soon. But first, she needed some answers.
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