A/N: Well, HI THERE! Thanks for the reviews. I have OFFICALY made it Autism. MEANING: Minerva (did you know Minerva was a Roman God? Or was it Greek…? Either way I just Love the name thanks to J.K.R. for making Minerva McGonagall in the Harry Potter series) is Autistic.

I found Minerva staring, what looked like, straight through the stony ceiling and straight through to the heavens – er sky with her thumb in her mouth, and her father gave a worried glance. I smiled weakly before bending over and took Minerva's hand whispering to her, "Minerva." Her eyes darted and meet mine, for a second before returning to the rock-strewn sky. "Minerva." I said over and over again and each time she darted the eyes for a second then returned to her original position. I was growing frantic, the Queen was waiting and I could not get Minerva to snap out of it. I felt like each time I said her name she became more and more distant and that she could barely hear me. Frustrated I turned to Gunther and asked him to assist her. He tried and tried it did no good though she still was in her oblivion. I sighed with frustration; took her hand and started walking ever so slowly to the Thrones with her.

Once we both were standing in front of the two Thrones, with Minerva still looking to the sky, the Queen gasped. Tears welled in her eyes and she clutched her heart with her lip trembling. "She-she is a pretty child but what is wrong with her?"

I looked down at Minerva sadly. She looked up at me to see if I was the one who was about to cry, seeing as though I was not, she looked around only to see the Queen was the cause. Then she reached out both of her hands in direction of the Royal and tried to hug her. I fought back awaiting tears and said, "I do not know. I wanted to see my mother to know what is it. But I had to get your permission to walk the Castle Grounds, Your Majesty."

The Queen was about to answer when Princess Lavinia bounded into the room joyously. "Mother! Mother! The most brilliantness thing happened to me! Can you guess? Can you –"

Lavinia gave a gasp when she saw me. No doubt for my appearance, a simple dress the Town's Women wear, hair in a neat (much to my dislike) bun, and clean. Or was it because I was back? Either way, she gasped at me and gaped. Was I really that big of a shock? I know not.

Lavinia's hair was in a braid to the side with strands of black hair framing her face, her mouth was agape, and she had lost almost all of her childish features only to be replaced by an amazingly stunning young woman. She had such a perfect figure I immediately envied her. "Jane?" she asked.

"Hello Princess."

Her eyes slid from me to the light orange-haired Minerva and lingered there.

"Who is this?"

"That is Minerva."

"Who is Minerva?"

Queen Gwendolyn cut in, "That is Jane's child."

Lavinia's eyes grew, "YOU had a c-child?"

I bowed my head, "Well…yes…"

"Why did you not tell me?"

"I- um did not want to make a big deal out of nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes…nothing…."

"JANE! How could you even say that? It is a child! A new being! A new beginning! How could you be so cruel?"

I shot my head up. "Cruel? Cruel?" I quickly remembered my manners and said, "It is not cruel. I just did not want to make a big deal out of it. A lot of women in the Town have had children and they did not make a big deal out of it."

Lavinia shot me a glare, "Who is the father of the child?"

Oh no! How was I going to respond? I could not say Gunther! Oh perfect! Just perfect. Think Jane! Think!

The Queen and Princess both leaned intently in toward me, both faces, hollow and rich, showed curiosity. I gulped.