Courtney looked back at Lena and asked her a question, "So why would going to Total Drama Village be a bad idea?"

"Well, a few weeks ago, the Kings son ran away, he's been very upset ever since, and taking it out on some villages, so we are getting out of it while we can." Replied Lena.

Duncan, Ezekiel and DJ lowered their heads once hearing this.

Lindsay looked up from braiding her hair and saw the two, filthy and caked in mud, and undesirable matter.

"O my gosh, what happened to you?" she asked.

"We got caught up in a storm, we got separated from each other in the woods, and didn't quite know what to do…" they replied.

"How did you get stuck out in the woods?" asked Beth.

"Well we were staying some where but we got kicked out, and left in the woods." "So where exactly are all of you heading?" asked Courtney

"And island a few hundred miles form here, we are going to call it Total Drama Island! We will govern it ourselves, and it sounds perfect." Replied Lena.

Duncan and Courtney quite liked the sound of that, your own island, no witches, and free of thorns.

"You just want to go there because there are tons of marsh mallows and Rapunzel!" said Noah in a sarcastic way.

"How stupid can you be fool? Lena hasn't looked at a marshmallow ever since The Evil Witch Heather stole her Courtney! I swear sometimes I just wanna…mmm" Leshawna chimed in.

"You knew the Evil witch Heather?" Courtney asked.

"Yes, nasty vile thing of a witch!"

"Tell me about it!" said Courtney.

"You knew her?" asked Bridgette

"She was my… my mother!" Courtney answered, everybody stared at her, but none as much as Lena could this be her daughter?

Courtney leaned against Duncan, The way Lena was looking at her, made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry to hear she took your child ma'am," Courtney said with sympathy.

"Wait, you said your name was Courtney?"

Lena still only looked at Courtney in awe, stunned almost. She looked like a deer, when he realized there is an archer in front of him and no where to run.

Courtney replied, "Yes, that's my name,"

"Heather stole my Courtney, the day she was born…and I thought I would never see her again.

Courtney looked at Len, then at Duncan, then back at lean, and shook her head as she spoke.

"Surely you don't think I am her?"

Everyone in the wagon was silent, as they pondered to themselves, about who this girl sitting with them now was, and who she wasn't.

"Well, It makes since, don't you think. Surely you didn't think Heather would have a child? No, she could never, and then she stole mine, named Courtney, and well here you are, named Courtney…. With me now. You can't tell me, you find no link, or relevance in what I'm telling you?" Lena said.

Courtney only stared back at Lena with cold eyes, she couldn't fathom this women being her mother.

COURTNEY'S POV

I stare at this kind, house wife, who has grieved much, and tell her I am not her daughter.

"I'm sorry, but I can't find the relevance your story. I feel for you, I do." I say

The woman starts to tear up, her breathing Is much more irregular, and she seemed clustered.

"I see," she says

She pauses to pick up her apron atop her plain but clean skirt, and wipe her eyes. She recollects herself and begins to speak to me again.

"Well If you're not my daughter than who is? I mean have you seen another child, with Heather? Has she took care of more than you? There is no other possibilities, you must be my Courtney!"

My eyes start to water as well, how can I reply to this women, in front of me, who's had her heart broken, I can't hammer into even smaller pieces, but I can't be her daughter.

"Well, no I was her only child, It was just me, and her, but she hardly took care of me" I say.

Lena looked away from me, and towards the front of the wagon, she was breathing much more heavier now, trying not to cry.

My heart seemed as if it too, were about to burst, and corruptly fall apart. I've been on an emotional roller coaster for the last few weeks. I had loneliness, found love, had hatred for Heather, lost love, and my hair, felt pain, hunger and sadness, remorse for putting Duncan in danger. Found love again, and then felt kindness when I came to this wagon. I felt relaxed, leaning against Duncan, knowing we are safe at least, and together. Now I feel…disgusted with myself, and this women, but I also feel sad for her, we need to get on the same page.

"Perhaps," I begin to speak, "It was a different witch, that stole your daughter, maybe you've forgotten. Or perhaps…"

I'm cut of by a now red eyed woman, she's not crying any more, but I can tell she's bottling it up, inside herself.

"Of course, that must be it, I forgot the putrid creature that stole my precious child! I could forgot what I gave life to, and who took and ruined her life"

As Lena said that she got louder and louder, till at the end it was a shout. She realized how infuriated she was, and calmed down, now talking in her sweet, mother tone again.

At this point I have tears streaming down my face, and I feel like I've done something wrong, but I can't admit that she is my mother, I haven't known her until now, how can she expect me to? Isn't that a little much to ask, after hello?

"Of course, my bad, that happened what? Eighteen years ago? So yes, I must have forgotten!"

Lena got up, and walked towards the front of the wagon, she turned around to speak one last time though with stinging eyes…

"We all really need to get some rest," Lena said

I look at her, and she looks away, I take a deep breather through my mouth, and it's heard, I try to hold in my cries, but it's hard.

Lena goes out through the slit of material in the front of the wagon, sitting next to Chris I suppose.

I hug Duncan's arm, he kisses my head.

" I'm sure you've been through allot, Lena's right ya know?" says Bridgette

I look at her angry almost, is she trying to tell me I am her daughter? I start to open my mouth and speak, but Bridgette cuts me off.

"She's right….that we all need some rest," Bridgette hands me and Duncan the blanket she was using, and sits beside Geoff.

I can feel everybody's eyes, looking at me, I feel their anger with me.

Gwen, and Bridgette through sharps looks around to the rest of the villagers, and they find something else to stare at. Then Gwen blows the candle she has, lighting the wagon, out.

My eyes adjust to the black, and I snuggle close to Duncan, I try to get to sleep, my heart heavy with guilt, I close my eyes, and start to doze off.

LENA POV

I sit there, starring at my child, my child that's been away from me, and hear her say…

"I'm sorry, but I can't find the relevance your story. I feel for you, I do." She says

My breathing is becoming irregular, I feel my eyes start to dampen, and I have a feeling of utter distain.

"I see," I say

I pause, and pick up my apron, I wipe my eyes, and face with it, I still hold back the wealth of my tears and begin to speak again, trying to be mannerly, and tastefull.

"Well If you're not my daughter than who is? I mean have you seen another child, with Heather? Has she took care of more than you? There is no other possibilities, you must be my Courtney!"

I see my child's eyes start to water, how I wish I could run to her, and wipe them for her, comfort her, but I'm not welcomed to do that.

"Well, no I was her only child, It was just me, and her, but she hardly took care of me" she says.

I look away from Courtney, trying not to cry, trying to hold my heart together. How can she not come to see what lay in front of her? Shouldn't she be happy for me? For herself, she should be happy she finally has a mother who lover her, she should want this, need it crave it. I shouldn't have to persuade her to care for me, and to let me care for her. It's like having your dance partner run away from you, in the middle of a dance-off, why would your partner do that? And it makes it so hard on you, one you can't finish the dance, to you look like a fool chasing after them.

"Perhaps," she begins to say, "It was a different witch, that stole your daughter, maybe you've forgotten. Or perhaps…"

I cut Courtney off, my eyes are red, I'm not crying any more, rather bottling all feelings of love and sadness up inside myself.

"Of course, that must be it, I forgot the putrid creature that stole my precious child! I could forgot what I gave life to, and who took and ruined her life"

As I said that my volume increased with each word, until at the end my word was a scream. I realize how angry and infuriated I am and calm down. I now am talking like the sweet, kind motherly women Courtney met me for the first time as.

Courtney has tears streaming down her face now, she is having internal conflicts with herself, I can see that. I don't want to distress her anymore tonight, so I speak again.

"Of course, my bad, that happened what? Eighteen years ago? So yes, I must have forgotten,"

I get up, and walk to the front of the wagon, maneuvering my skirt through, and once I reach the front I turn around one last time to speak, my eyes stinging.

"We all really need to get some rest," I say.

Courtney looks at me, and I look away, I finally go through the slit in the material of the front of the wagon, and sit next to Chris.

I sit there silently crying, for the first few moments, Chris looks at me, and hugs me tight, that's when I start to let it all out, I'm crying hysterically, and I just can't help it.

He holds me and comforts me, as we ride on the rocky trail to total Drama Island!

A/N Sowwies I haven't udated in forever