This has been along time coming. I started this oh I don't remember when, and it seems I've never had time to post it (or get it ready to post) or my computer room's been clogged up. Holidays are hectic ain't they? Anyway, this is about Morgana's past (though it starts earlier). I'm not quite done writing it, but I will be soon. If I can stop working on other things and stop watching Pirates of the Caribbean every night.

It think that was summary enough. Morgana's past. On to the story.

Life Happens
Wolfsong of
the Four Minds
This is all
mine. Chapter one: Beginnings
Alone in the woods, the two lovers sit. Holding each other close. This had been a routine for the past few weeks. She would slip out of her village and come to this meadow, to meet him. Although she knew nothing about his life, past or present, she knew she loved the way he held her. Other than his name they were complete strangers. She knew if her village found out they would force an end to this. Tonight she would have to call it off with her mysterious lover.

"What is it?" he asked from beside her. She was sitting beside him staring at the stars. He could tell something was the matter.

"I can't keep seeing you anymore." she said not pulling her eyes from the heavens.

"Why?" Was all he asked.

"We just can't be. It won't work. I know nothing of your life and you would not be accepted into mine."

"Why? Because of who I am?" She shook her head at this. "It's not my choice, but it's for the best. I'm sorry." She gently kissed him.

"Is this what you want? What you really want?" he asked standing.

"Yes." and she shook her head to emphasize her answer even though it was a lie.

"Alright then. If that's the way you want it." and he was gone. She was alone. He had walked into her life, made it exciting, and with one word from her lips, he was gone.

************************************************************************ Two months later.

"Fawn, would you come help me with the berries."

"Yes, mother." The young woman answered. The berries she knew were for her eighteenth birthday. She was to be eighteen tonight and she was to be given a party. Spotted Fawn and her best friend, older by a couple years, Rippling Water had collected the berries early that morning.
She carried the skin full of heated water over to her mother to boil some of the berries. After doing what her mother had asked, she ran off to meet Water at their favorite drinking pool.

"Two months and you haven't said anything about this mystery man."

"That's because 'this mystery man' is gone." Fawn said.

"When did he leave? Where did he go?"

"Two months ago, and I don't know. I told him I had to call it off and he left. He hasn't been back since. And you can't tell anyone about him."

"Don't worry, Fawn, I won't. I don't even know his name, remember?"

"That's true, Water. You don't. Thank you. I need to get back and help with tonight." she said climbing out of the tree. Immediately, she collapsed into the water.

"Fawn! What's the matter?" her friend asked running to her side.

"My stomach. I just felt woozy for a moment. I'll be fine."

"But what caused it?" Water asked.

"Maybe I ate something that upset my stomach."

Water looked at her friend. "Has this happened before?"

"A couple of times, yes. I'll be alright. Could be my nerves about tonight."

"Well, if you feel sick again, lay down, okay?"

"Okay."

Later that night.

"Are you enjoying your party, Spotted Fawn?" Chief Whispering Wind's oldest son asked. Running Creek was about five years her senior, and the next in line. She nodded yes. "Would you care to dance with me?" She accepted and joined him in the dancing circle. Another rhythm began on the drums and a dance followed. Into the middle of the dance, Spotted Fawn collapsed. The dance stopped. Her mother ran to her. Rippling Water watched from the side in terror.

One of the men from the tribe ran and got the medicine man while Spotted Fawn was carried to her tipi. The medicine man checked her over once he arrived. After a few minutes, he called her mother to the side, and informed her about her daughter's condition. "Thank you. We'll send for you if you're needed." Then she turned to her daughter. She took a look at her newly turned eighteen year old. The news she had just heard stunned her. She never thought this would happen. "Explain yourself, Spotted Fawn. How did this happen?"

"Mother..." she tried sitting up, "I don't know. I didn't know. I've been having these pains in my side, but I didn't...didn't...know..." and now she was weeping strongly. Her mother went to her.

"Just tell me...do you know who the father is?"

"Yes, but...I can't tell you his name."

"Why, dearling? Is he from the village?"

"No. He is...was an outsider. He asked me...to keep his name a secret. Said it would be easier."

"Do you know his name?"

"Yes. And no, he hasn't been around. He left two months ago after I told him it couldn't be. He hasn't been back."

"You seem sad about this." he mother noticed.

"In truth, he let me feel things...new things...and now." She rubbed her stomach.

"My daughter, you are but a child having a child. You must grow up faster now that you are carrying a life."

"But isn't it true you had agreed for my marriage to Running Creek, though he is many years my senior."

"He may not want you now that you carry another man's child."

"That's fine. I don't need a man. I can raise this child myself."

"Are you sure? Are you always going to not need a man?"

"When the time comes, I will find one. But he will have to accept my child." With this she rose to walk out. An elder of the chief's came in before she could leave. "I am here to inform that Spotted Fawn is the have and give up the child of to be exiled from the tribe until the child leaves or dies, or Spotted Fawn marries into the tribe."

"But why?" her mother asked.

"She is carrying the child of an outsider. She broke the sacred laws. That's the way it is." and he was gone.

"Fine." Spotter Fawn began packing her things. "This is my child. I am going to raise her and she will be great. Just like her father." She stormed out of her family's tipi, loaded her horse and rode off. She stopped at the south end of the village, and yelled back to her mother. "I will see you again. Though it may not be soon." And she was gone. Off to raise her child, alone.

End chapter one. What do you think? Yeah, a ways before Morgana comes around. Okay, I may be 3/4 Cherokee, but I honestly don't know much about the ways and stuff. So unless you're Cherokee and know some rituals, let's not argue with me on the Native stuff, savvy? Hope you've enjoyed, I'll be back with more!