Reborn
By R.G. Heller
Disclaimer: The characters of Xena, Gabrielle, ect. ect. ect… are owned by Universal/MCA studios. No infringement is intended.
Sex: Not that I know of
Violence: Nothing that exceeds the shows
Timeline: Sixth season after the episode “Legacy,” but before the “Abyss.”
Personal note: This is my first attempt at fan fiction. I welcome feedback and will respond to your mail. Originally I began writing this piece because I was disturbed by the season five finale, but the story took on a life of it’s own. I hope you enjoy it. I would also like to thank my beta reader Terry. Thank you so much!!!!!
Email: proffandrea@hotmail.com
The rays of the sun
were already beginning to burn Gabrielle’s shoulders and it had just recently
risen. Only a few open clearings like
the one the travelers now passed through existed on their chosen path. For the most part, the forest areas at least
provided some shade and it seemed cooler.
Though, with the pace Xena had set combined with the irritating itch
surrounding the bard’s legs as the tall golden grass scraped against them, and
the sting of the sun on her body, causing a headache to slowly emerge,
Gabrielle didn’t care much to be anywhere.
Awaking in a startled state, the bard had not been conscious for long
before noticing a strange dark skinned woman sitting on a log, about ten steps
away from where she and Xena slept. She
was stroking the head of a beautiful dark black wolf who was standing silently
still next to her, holding in her right hand a tall, thin branch. The young woman was long and skinny, and she
brandished wild, curly black hair that was unevenly pulled back into a long
ponytail. She was barefoot and wore a
brown stained shift that had been cut all around and only came down to her
belly button. A frayed blue wraparound
skirt accompanied it, and both hung loosely from her body.
Unconsciously the bard grabbed her Sia, leapt to her feet, called Xena
out of sleep while at the same time kicking her twice in the back with her
heel, and took up a defensive posture.
“Who are you?” Gabrielle asked starring straight into the girl’s eyes,
as Xena took up a similar stance next to her.
The woman did not respond.
Instead she carefully looked them both up and down, holding the
expression of someone who had just seen a ghost. “Who are you?” Xena
repeated the bard’s question, saying each word slowly and loudly. This time the woman stood up after patting
the motionless wolf on the head. Her
eyes were wide and remained fixed on the two women before her. She stood silent,
breathing heavily. “Well?” Xena questioned lifting both eyebrows, hoping
maybe to scare her into responding.
“I…I…” was all the girl managed to utter, her stale voice cracking. Her cheeks flushed and she clasped her free
hand over her chest and sighed deeply.
Water surfaced on the edge of her eyes, and a few tears made an
appearance, but were quickly wiped away.
Relaxing from their positions, Gabrielle and Xena looked at each other
in shock and bewilderment, both hoping the other had an idea of how next to
proceed. Finally, the bard slowly set
her Sia on the ground, and still kneeling, softly said, “ It’s OK.
We won’t hurt you. What’s your
name?” The woman moved her lips as if
to answer, but remained silent. “I’m
sure you have a name,” the bard continued, raising her eyebrows and smiling at
the young woman as she stood up. Still
getting no response, Gabrielle stepped forward. “I’m….”
“I know who you are,” the woman abruptly and unexpectedly responded,
while taking a careful step backwards.
The bard looked over her shoulder at the warrior, who, just as taken by the
situation as she, slightly shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “I’m…I’m…” the girl started, her voice
shaking. Composing herself for a
moment, she uttered, “I’m sorry,” and then began to carefully start walking
backwards. Fully turning away from
Gabrielle and Xena, the woman whistled strangely, at which the dark wolf took
up position at her side. She moved
slowly into the forest, revealing to the bard and warrior wide long scars on
her lower back, and on the back of her right leg, that seemed to stretch from
the back of her knee all the way to her heel.
Gabrielle winced. Hurriedly
stepping forward she yelled, “Wait.”
The girl did not stop.
“Gabrielle,” the warrior said softly.
The bard looked back over her shoulder with a worried expression. Xena simply replied, “No. Let her go.” The bard looked back at the young woman who would soon be out of
sight. “No.” repeated Xena a little
louder and with authority. Sighing and
frowning Gabrielle gave in. “Fine,” she
said, almost in a whisper. She knew
Xena was anxious to see Eve again, and whether or not she wanted to, she knew
now was not the time to get involved in any new situations.
After they had broke camp, Xena had immediately begun laying out her
day’s plan to the bard, preventing either of them to dwell in thought about
their morning interaction. Gabrielle
tried to listen but her thoughts remained locked on the strange woman, and
after a short while of mechanical nodding and timed intervals of “yeah” or
“good” the warrior finished, and silence came over the two. Lagging, the bard soon ended up a little
behind Xena, her thoughts left to freely wander.
“Gabrielle. Gabrielle!” Xena
said again, stopping and looking over her shoulder at her lingering
friend. “What? Uh?” Gabrielle muttered,
as she snapped out of thought and looked up to find herself now quite a
distance behind the warrior.
“Ya alright?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I must have…I just got lost…. in thought
and…and…”, the bard answered, breaking into a jog to catch up to her friend.
“I told you earlier I wanted to set a fast pace. Xena turned and resumed her hard pace, not
waiting for Gabrielle to catch up. “The
path seems clear and safe for now. I
want to take advantage of the daylight.
We shouldn’t have more than a few days to go,” the warrior finished,
glancing a second time behind her at the bard.
Knowing she couldn’t keep the same pace as Xena,
Gabrielle slowed out of her jog and continued behind the warrior. It was obvious Xena wasn’t in the mood to
talk. In fact, the two hadn’t talked
much at all since returning to Greece.
The bard momentarily closed her heavy eyes as she walked and let her
head hang. Her stomach growled but she
paid it no attention. She continued on
quietly, falling back a great distance from the warrior, her thoughts in
control.
Hector looked up at his friend with a curious eye, his head tilted a
little. He walked out ahead of the
young woman, scanning the forest and periodically looking back to check on her. When she stopped, he sat and waited, but the
strange noises and actions of his friend disturbed him, and he soon slowly
walked back toward her, panting and exerting extreme caution.
After her cold sweaty palm had slipped a second time down the long branch
she supported herself with, causing her to trip and nearly fall, the young
woman finally stopped and forcefully let out a long deep breath she had
taken. The ground was rough and the
disabled woman, slowly being consumed by anger, had attempted to walk faster
than she could handle. She closed her
eyes and covered them with her free hand attempting to gather herself, ignoring
the tears that slowly slid down her flustered cheeks. Calm down, calm down. C’mon Cassandra, relax.
It’s OK. It’s OK. Her own consolation proved
useless against the feelings building inside her. She resisted the urge of screaming out, as not to scare her
friend, but she knew that soon this anger would have full control. Her chin began to tremble and a hot sting
rushed through her face. No! Stop! Stop it! Finally, she spat out something resembling a
word, and lowered her head toward the ground crying deeply, succumbing to the
painful emotions.
At first, the cool repetitive licks across her knee went unnoticed. Slowly though they brought her back, and her
breaths became deeper, and tears lighter.
She unclasped her hand from over her eyes and dropped her arm to her
side, dangling her fingers. “Hector,”
she uttered in a hoarse voice as if she had some bad news to tell him. He began to lick the warm salty liquid from
her fingers and nudged her leg a few times in between. A small smile cracked on her red face, and
with one breath she blew out the remaining anger and doubt and recomposed
herself. She looked down at her friend
with determined eyes, and slightly nodded her head at him, like in agreement
with some unspoken command. “I know, I
know,” she said as Hector sat back and looked up at her. “You’re right.”
It was midday now, and Gabrielle didn’t believe Xena intended on
stopping anytime soon to take a break or even eat. She couldn’t remember the last decent meal they’d had since
returning, surviving off dried meat and berries they carried with them. Her stomach growled and she rolled her eyes
at herself, wondering how she could even feel hungry given her present state of
being. The day had only grown hotter
and the sun was at its peak, but they were within a forest now, shaded somewhat
by the trees.
The bard wiped her hand across her forehead and removed the sweat and
damp sticky hair that rested upon it.
She seemed to be sweating more than usual and her eyes stung from the
repeated contact with the watery substance that continued to roll into them. The headache that had teased her earlier had
moved into both temples, and seemed to grow stronger and more painful with each
step she took. Sharp pulsations jolted
through her head at somewhat irregular intervals, and the pounding sensation
they caused prevented her from focusing on any one thing for any extended
amount of time. She wearily watched as
the warrior moved farther and farther ahead of her.
Gabrielle compelled herself to keep going, forcing one leg in front of
the other, taking short heavy steps until finally she stopped, knowing she
wouldn’t make it much further without tending to herself. She searched around in a small leather sack
that hung across her shoulders and found a small handkerchief she had acquired
in a village that they had hastily traveled through only a short day ago. The bard watched as Xena walked out of
sight, and she lifted both eyebrows and pressed her lips forward for a
moment.
She unfastened the waterskin that hung from her belt and took a long
drink. The water wasn’t very cold, but
it would have to do, and Gabrielle drenched the thin cloth in it. She folded it over once and wrapped it
around her forehead, tying it tightly and firmly against the back of her
head. Water dripped down her face and
she closed her eyes and remained still, trying to relax, waiting for the
inevitable shout of her name once the warrior finally turned and realized she
was alone.
The ground thundered in the distance with the sound of cracking branches
and leaves. If the bard hadn’t known it was only her friend, she would have
been inclined to climb a tree to get out of the way of whatever it was that was
coming towards her with such force. She
squared her shoulders and tried to make a stern face, but she was overcome by
dizziness, and she swayed back and forth a few times before putting her hand
out to her side, securing it against a large cypress. Slumping back against it, Gabrielle mumbled something under her
breath and allowed her throbbing head to fall back against the hard and rigid
trunk of the tree. She turned her eyes
towards Xena, in time to see the warrior’s expression change from mad to
worried.
“Gabrielle? Gabrielle?” the
warrior shouted at her tired friend as she ran to her.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” the bard answered, pushing herself off of the
Cypress with her back and turning to face Xena.
The bard began to wobble a little and Xena caught her. “Hey, hey.
What’s wrong? Are you OK?” The
warrior guided Gabrielle back to the large tree by her shoulders, and
positioned her up against it.
“Xena! I told you I’m fine,” the
bard retorted in an irritated tone.
“Yeah sure. Let me look at you,”
the warrior said, scanning Gabrielle’s eyes and feeling both of her cheeks with
the back of her hand.
“Xena please,” the bard said calmly, grabbing her friend’s wrist and
lowering it from her face. “I’m
alright. I just needed a little break.”
“Well why didn’t you say something Gabrielle?” Xena asked as she
curiously tugged on the handkerchief around the bard’s head. “What’s this?”
“I’m hot. I thought it would
help me stay cool.”
“I’ve never seen it before. Is
it new?”
“Yeah, I picked it up in that village yesterday,” Gabrielle said waving
Xena’s hands away from the handkerchief and her head.
“Oh. Could we afford it?” Xena
continued accusingly, stepping back a little from the bard.
“Xena, I’m not in the mood.
Let’s just get going. I’m fine,”
the bard said, bumping shoulders with the warrior and marching out in front of
her.
“What?” the warrior said in a confused manner, shaking her head and turning
to face her friend’s back.
“Gabrielle, wait,” she continued softly. “Why don’t we rest for a while and eat something. I know I set a hard pace. I’m just anxious to see Eve. It’s been awhile. I’m sorry. We haven’t
eaten yet today. Why don’t we just
relax a bit. You look exhausted.”
The bard’s shoulders slumped and she lowered her head towards the ground
with an exaggerated sigh. “Xena, I
already rested here. I can eat
something while we walk. I’m fine. Let’s just keep moving,” she finished with
her back still to the warrior.
“Uh huh. What’s the real problem
Gabrielle?” The warrior’s eyes were
serious, but her voice sincere.
Spinning around the bard threw a nasty glare at her friend and angrily
crossed her arms over her chest. All right. First, I am not in a hurry to see your
daughter. In fact I would have much
rather taken the time to try and find out exactly why that young woman wondered
into our camp today.” The bard
uncrossed her arms and started gesturing with her hands as she spoke. “You told me we were going to rest in North
Africa, and we got involved in a war, and I… and since we’ve gotten back you
have hardly spoken a word to me.”
Gabrielle paused for a moment, frowning. Looking straight into Xena’s eyes she finally said, “And what you
have said, certainly had nothing to do with how I felt or with what I
wanted.” The bard shook her head back
and forth in agreement with herself and continued to stare down her friend,
placing her hands on her hips.
“What? Gabrielle what are you
taking about? I miss my daughter. I do…
“Yeah, well I wouldn’t know about that.”
The warrior sighed in disbelief and slightly turned her head. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked the bard
in a concerned manner walking toward her slowly.
“Xena,” the bard started in low
tone, looking at the ground and turning away from the warrior. “I’m not going any further. You and Eve can meet me back here in a few
days. I need to be alone.”
Xena squinted her eyes slightly and looked away from the bard. “Fine Gabrielle, you do that.” The warrior continued on her path, stopping
once to look back at her friend.
Gabrielle remained stationary until Xena was out of sight.
The bard tried to stay angry, but her head ached so terribly now that
all she could think to do was wander back to the Cypress she had recently
rested on and sit down and lay back against it. She wasn’t very positive that she could have continued on with
Xena even if she wanted to, and she really was exhausted both physically and
mentally.
Gabrielle poured some water over her head and tried to meditate. Finally she fell asleep, but the pain in her
head pulled her in and out of consciousness for most of the remaining day. She waited urgently for sundown, hoping the
night would be cool, and the darkness and quite of it, her healer.
Shadows seemed to be moving about a short distance from the bard, but
whether or not they were real was undetermined, and presently, not really of
much concern to her. She looked
straight out from where she sat, not considering turning her head or speaking
one word. Only simple details could be
comprehended. It was night, she was
still in the same place, against the same tree, her head still hurt, and she
was extremely cold.
Dreams and reality seemed to merge together, and
strange visions and thoughts clouded her mind when she believed herself
conscious. Humming sounds now seemed to
accompany these strange moving blurs about her and it was possible that they
were closer to her now, very close.
Hector stopped abruptly. He
raised his head, carefully smelling the air. Glancing back at his companion, he
trotted forward a few steps and threw his head back near the ground before
heading full throttle into the darkness.
Cassandra waited. Hector would
return to safely guide her. She hoped
he had found them again.
They had walked well into the night, and Cassandra knew she must allow
herself and Hector some rest soon. At
the outset she had decided they would keep moving until Hector located the two
women, but a recent cloud cover blocked the already minimal amount of light
shining into the forest from the moon, and slowed their travel
dramatically.
She felt his presence as he reproached her. The black wolf was camouflaged well by the night, and it seemed
as though he moved with such care that even a gentle breeze made more of a
rustle. The wolf gently rubbed up
against her legs and then returned to her left side. Leading Cassandra forward, he stayed in contact with her and kept
a watchful eye. Hector’s behavior
indicated to her to try to move as quietly as possible and her thoughts shifted
continuously. Her stomach churned and
she clasped her free hand tightly. It has to be them.
They seemed to travel quite a long distance before
Hector finally stopped. Again he left
her, but seemed to return immediately, grunting at the young woman as he
approached her. Cassandra repeatedly
surveyed the surrounding area with her eyes, but the darkness was much too
dense and offered nothing. She remained
where she was. The wolf circled her a
few times before gesturing with a nudge to start moving again. She continued to scan the area out of habit. She knew she was close to whatever Hector
had found.
He stopped shortly and began to whine before
sauntering forward a few steps and stopping again. Cassandra was alert, but she could barely make out her companion
a few steps in front of her, much less anything around him. She stayed where she was and slowly swung
her walking stick from side to side, moving it further and further away from
her body, focusing her eyes as best she could into the darkness. Cassandra made out the limp figure slouched
against a large tree just after her staff came into contact with the stranger’s
leg.
Resting on her knees, Cassandra gently removed the hair from the woman’s
forehead. She wished she had had
something to cover her with, but the woman had thrashed about so terribly
through most of the night, that it might have made little difference. Shifting around a little the frail young
woman moaned while turning herself on her side. She suddenly opened her eyes.
Cassandra watched. She had done
this twice earlier, but both times shortly gone back to sleep. Suddenly the woman sat up, startling
Cassandra, but she regained her poise promptly and began to softly speak to
her.
“Hey, Hey it’s alright. Settle
down. You’re OK.”
“Where am I?” the woman asked immediately in a very solemn tone but with
a confused look.
“I found you here late last night and it’s nearly sundown now. You had a fever but it broke midday. I removed your belongings. They’re behind you.”
Relaxing her shoulders, the woman sighed deeply and rested her head in
her hand for a moment. “Oh, I am so stupid,”
she mumbled before looking at Cassandra.
Her eyes were heavy and each movement was slow and seemed to require a
bit of contemplation. She looked back
behind her and grabbed her waterskin, dragging it across the ground to her
side.
“I filled it with fresh water earlier.”
“Hmm. I suppose I owe you a
thank you,” said the woman tiredly as she plopped the water filled jug into her
lap. “Who knows what would’ve happened
if you hadn’t found me.”
Cassandra’s expression remained unchanged. She had a stoic look about her, but her ever-increasing heart
rate was equipped with the truth, and she battled with what to say. “Gabrielle, right?” she finally said with
some confidence, before the bard had a chance to start questioning her.
“Yes,” Gabrielle responded, giving Cassandra an intent look. “I know you, don’t I?”
“Yes,” the young woman said while using her walking stick to help
herself back to a standing position.
The bard followed the woman with her eyes while at the same time
studying the area as best she could.
“You had a wolf with you.”
“Yes,” Cassandra nodded.
“Supper,” she continued, answering the next obvious question. She paused for a moment but quickly started
in again, preventing the bard from proceeding with more questions. “I need to start a fire. Why don’t you relax here a while, we can
talk more later.” The young woman
turned and made her way towards a small pile of wood. Gabrielle was anxious to speak with the woman, but she sill felt
a little woozy and decided this time just to do what was suggested. Anyway, she wasn’t going anywhere and she
doubted she was in any danger. So she
stretched a bit and quietly watched the young woman.
Gabrielle had forgotten how good rabbit could taste. She chewed slowly, enjoying every
morsel. “Thank you,” she said
in-between bites, hoping to start a conversation with the young woman, although
just making eye contact with her was proving to be difficult. Cassandra made no gesture of acknowledgment
to the bard and just continued to eat and stare into the fire.
“I don’t think you told me your
name, or your friend’s” Gabrielle kindly prodded, determined to get the woman
to talk with her. Looking over at the
bard, she replied in a very subtle tone, “That’s Hector, and my name is
Cassandra,” she said, turning her head upwards towards the sky for a moment,
then looking at Hector who replied with a few whimpers and gestures with his
front legs. “I think a storm is headed
our way. We should probably move while
there’s still some daylight.” Cassandra
grabbed her long walking stick and turned it upright, positioning it firmly on
the ground. She stood and looked shyly
at the bard. “Are you feeling OK to
travel? You’re still very pale,” she asked without meeting eyes.
“I feel fine. I wasted the whole
day sleeping. I should be OK,”
Gabrielle answered with a confident smirk on her face. She had suffered a dizzy spell while trying
to make her way over to the fire for dinner, but she was pretty sure Cassandra
hadn’t noticed. Besides, it was
doubtful they were going far, and she was certain that they would be traveling
slower than she was used too.
Gabrielle ran back toward the Cypress to recover her things as Cassandra
put the fire out. She hastily bent
down, reaching for her sack, but instead secured both hands on her knees. Don’t. Don’t.
Close your eyes Gabrielle.
“Are you OK?” asked Cassandra
taking a few steps towards the bard before stopping.
“Oh yeah,” the bard mumbled under her breath. “Im fine,” she said, securing her sack and cautiously straitening
up.
‘It’s not much of a shelter, but we should stay fairly dry.” Cassandra stood a little out in front of the
bard before a decently sized stream and pointed to a small and rigid dirt and
rock overhang that jutted out of a steep low ridge just beyond the water. “The stream’s not deep. We can walk across it.” Hector had already crossed with a few quick
leaps and impatiently paced back and forth as Cassandra carefully moved through
the stream using her stick as a stepping guide.
Gabrielle closed her eyes for a moment.
She briefly clasped a hand to her stomach and took a few deep
breaths. The bard watched the young
woman as she crossed the stream and then glanced at Hector. She reached the bank before Cassandra, and
helped the young woman out of the water.
“Do you know this area pretty well,” Gabrielle questioned, once again
trying to make conversation with the quiet woman. “No,” is all she got as Cassandra passed by her.
“It’ll be tight if we both want to stay dry,” the young woman mumbled,
her head only half turned back toward the bard. Gabrielle wasn’t too concerned.
Anyway, close quarters would give the bard a more opportune chance to
hound the strange woman with questions.
Gabrielle sat down, placing her leather sack behind her to rest her back
against. Her feet lay beyond the
overhang’s reach, but at least most of her body would stay dry if it began to
rain. Cassandra stood for a few moments
and watched the stream, reluctant to join this woman that she had so hoped to
find.
Darkness rapidly overtook the forest, and like the night prior, not a
star was to be seen through the pinhole openings of the forest brush. Thunder could now be heard in the distance,
and it steadily grew louder and longer.
Hector sat between the two women, and rested his head on Cassandra’s
right thigh. As close as they were, the
women could hardly make each other out.
The bard had gained no further ground in revealing the identity or
intentions of the strange woman, and now that the weather was getting worse it
seemed useless for her to start any deep line of questioning, although she was
becoming quite irritated. However, she
wondered if the woman would have even stayed with her through the night, had
the weather been better.
Hector’s company and location also complicated matters. With every shift
or grunt, Gabrielle flinched in surprise.
She was absolutely perplexed by how intimidated she was. With no way to determine the animal’s mood
or even movements, she found herself in constant worry about what it was doing
and even thinking, but eventually the travel took its toll, and she drifted off
to sleep shortly before the rain began.
Cassandra remained awake for most of the night, debating with herself
and listening to the bard.
Successive warm bursts of air collided with Gabrielle’s face, and as she
became more aware, her head seemed to automatically attempt to escape them and
their smell. Turning her head as far to
the left as possible she opened one eye.
“Hector,” Cassandra whispered forcefully, “let her sleep.” Hector retreated across the stream to his
friend’s side. The bard grabbed her
nose a few times, wiggling it back and forth, trying to extract the stench of
the wolf’s breath from her nostrils.
“Hmm. How long have you been
up?” she tiredly asked, having trouble keeping her eyes open. “I’m sorry Hector woke you. There’s no need to get up,” Cassandra
replied walking back toward the stream.
“No, no,” Gabrielle continued in an argumentative tone. “What time is it?”
The woman hesitated for a moment sensing the bard’s frustration. “It’s almost midday. I…”
“What!” Gabrielle exclaimed
angrily, more upset with herself than with Cassandra. “Why didn’t you…” The bard stopped and sighed, closing her eyes
and rubbing her forehead a few times.
“I know you didn’t sleep well last night. I thought it couldn’t hurt to let you rest some today,”
Cassandra countered, looking into the stream.
“I slept fine!” Gabrielle said
while standing very hurriedly, almost slipping in the mud that her unprotected
feet had lay in during the stormy night.
“I just want…well, I just thought I was helping.” The woman’s manner turned defensive and she
began to take small steps backwards to retain her distance from the bard.
“I know. I know, ” Gabrielle
said calmly, relaxing some. “I’m
sorry. I really…I’m just angry with
myself. You’ve taken care of me for two
days and…” Gabrielle looked at the woman intently. Cassandra, how did you find me the other night?”
Cassandra swallowed hard and kept her eyes fixed on the stream.
“Look, I just want to know more
about you. Why are you out here alone?
Do you want something from me or Xena?”
“I don’t know,” the woman quietly responded.
“What?”
“I don’t know!” She repeated,
turning to walk away from Gabrielle.
“Cassandra wait! Wait!” the bard yelled, crossing the stream as hastily
as possible. ” Hey! Hey!” she said
grabbing the woman firmly by the arm.
“Please.”
Cassandra stopped, but did not turn to face Gabrielle. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t know. I have been in the forest for almost six seasons now, and I
don’t know who or where my family is. I
don’t know where I am from, or even how old I am. I don’t even know how I became crippled. I only have Hector. My name, I gave myself.” The bard carefully placed a hand on the
woman’s shoulder. “It’s OK.” Cassandra turned, but let her head hang.
“ I know about you and your friend though. Not to long ago I overheard some travelers speaking of you. They said you had returned. Your names didn’t mean much to me at first,
but soon after I began remembering things.
Stories, about you.” A pause
ensued as the woman attempted to return to a normal breathing pattern, wiping
the back of her hand across her face, removing tears and snot. She looked up at Gabrielle but was careful
not to meet eyes.
“How could I know them? Someone must have told them to me. Someone I knew. Maybe even my father, or mother.
I didn’t’ even know where to begin looking for answers. But then I just…I just found you. I couldn't … well; you’re the first
connection to my past. I… I thought if
I could travel with you for a while or something I might…I don’t know. I just want to remember. I just want to know who I am. It's a stupid idea I'm sorry. "
“No it’s not. Of course you can
travel with us. I’m sure your family’s
out there somewhere. Xena should be
back in a few days. She went to get her
daughter. I’m glad you found us. I’m sorry…”
“No.” Cassandra covered the
bard’s hand with her own. “Thank you.”