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Lyde hit the ground hard. She became unconscious. A voice from the distance awoke her. ?Girl! Hey! Chick! Hey! Wake up!? she felt a hand on her shoulder shaking her. ?Come on chick wake up.? Lyde opened her eyes and looked confusedly at a tall young man. ?Are you ok?? ?Yes sir.? she answered. ?Why were you asleep in the middle of the road? Are you lost? Have you run away?? the intensity of the young man?s eyes told Lyde of the purity of his inquires ?Sir, I am lost. I know not how I arrived here.? the young mad looked at her, his eyes searching her soul for answers to questions his mind had not yet formed. ?Where are you from?? he asked.  ?If it pleases the good sir I come from the Frazier highlands of Scotland.? he looked at her. ?What is your name??  ?Lyde?  ?Lydia??  ?No, Lyde. Lie-d.? ?Well Lyde, can you stand up?? Lyde stood to her feet. ?I guess you can. Come follow me.?   1

The young man led Lyde across many streets. Lyde took in the different sites and sounds.  The young man noticed the fright in Lyde?s face.  ?Are you ok?? he asked. ?I know not of what thou speakist.? He shot her a quizzical look. ?You speak as if it?s still the middle ages!? Lyde felt embarrassed. She knew that she would be in a different time but she was unsure how off in time she was. ?Good sir, I apologize if my speech patterns are in some way offensive to thee.? He looked at her again. ?No, no, no offence taken at all I actually think it?s kind of cool.? ?Cool, Sir?? The young man was beginning to understand something but he was not sure yet what. ?Amazing, fun? I don?t know how to explain it.?  2

The young man led Lyde into a house. A tall beautiful woman stood in the kitchen lovingly preparing a meal.  ?Mother, this is Lyde she is lost.? the beautiful woman looked up and her eyes rested on Lyde. ?Sit down child. She said waving her long elegant hand toward a near by chair.? ?Yes?m.? Lyde said immediately taking a seat.  ?What are your parent?s names?? ?Gerinode, Rica, and Arachnia ?the tall woman looked deeply into Lyde?s eyes. ?They are all women!? Lyde looked reassured at her. ?Ma?am, these women raised me to call each of them sister and obey each of them as a mother.? the woman eyes Lyde for a second and returned to making dinner. ?Come on Lyde,? The young man said to her. Lyde turned to the woman. ?Ma?am, may I be excused now please??  the woman looked up startled. ?Yes, yes you may.? The young man led Lyde toward a vacant room.3

?So, what name hath thy parent?s assigned thee?? the young man took a while to translate this and answer. ?I never knew my parents. When I was smaller I named myself Vashen.? 4