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Lena POV Now

"Raven, be careful, the sand is rough," I explain to the girl whose hair is made out of a crown of leaves and twigs and has my earth warm brown eyes. "Gracie, can you make sure she doesn't hurt herself," I yell over to Grace. She is sitting eating an orange when I catch her eye. She is much taller than she was when she was covered in ash and blood all those years ago when we reunited. She smiles her pearly white teeth look like they were bleached from the sun's rays shining down on them.

She laughs and the pitch of her laugh is a thousand playful breezes rustling the leaves on the trees and the grass. She shakes her head and looks at me for a brief moment a look of sadness crosses her face and, I know why Raven has something she so desperately wants: A loving mother. I am the closest thing to a mother but, not a substitute. "Lena, you worry way too much even for a mother." She half yells and half laughs back; while she is running to Raven. She picks up the small girl and spins her around. Raven's shrieks of laughter are a million birds chirping. I sit on the bench at the end of the cove watching Raven settle into Gracie's embrace. A smile is etched into my mouth and I understand what made me so beautiful that day on my high school graduation and is making me so beautiful: love. I feel like laughing too, to dance in the warmth, the light that seems to surround us all. I watch them thankful for every day we have had together and the ones we have yet to experience.

Then, I notice a woman sitting next to me her golden locks looks as if they just came off of Rumpelstiltskin's wheel are braided together. Her skin as white as snow but, wrinkled a little: underneath her eyes and around her mouth from time whipping past us all of us. Taking what it wants and leaving what it doesn't from us like a little child never waiting for you to impatient, I suppose. As her empty, glazed over, eyes look into mine I can only think one thing:

Hana

Hana Now:

The woman next, to me peers into my soul with her brown eyes. I know who she is of course: Lena. She has wrinkles at the corners of her eyes from smiling too much and there are scars up along her arms, legs, and neck. She looks strong of course; all those years in the Wilds will do that to you. She looks well feed and, I know she is. She was looking at a little girl and a teenager. Gracie is the teenager, I presume and the little girl is her daughter. I knew she had one she had to take a leave of absents from her job at the end of her pregnancy. This may not be the first time I have seen her in ten years, I just came from a meeting with her and a few other people but, this is the first time that I have seen her in a nonprofessional way. I get a good look at my former best-friend.

I sit with my ankles crossed on the bench. My wedding ring is on my ring finger as is hers but, hers shows something more than a simple pair, like mine, hers shows a variety of things rebellion, loyalty, love and, most of all: choice. I too, have children they have blond hair and blue eyes. I named them Cassie and Robert they are twins. They remind me of what I was like at their age: rebellious, impatient, and free.

We sit in silence for a while just staring into each other's eyes. Then, I break the silence. I ask Lena a question that makes me feel nothing:

How is Alex?

AN: What do you think? R&R

Be honest but nice!