Kari's Drabbles

I Am....

  I have had many names, and I have had many faces. But my original name, my true name, will always be Yvonne Ketarina DeTello-Zanderville Talto.

I was born when tribes still existed on this planet called Earth. I had 12 sisters and 4 brothers. Many of my siblings (sisters mostly) were older when I was born. I was my parents' 12th child of 17. Six of my sisters and two of my brothers had already been married and had children of their own by the time I was born. I never knew them-they had married into other tribes, therefore I never met them.
I had a healthy childhood, being with the family I did have. I never talked much though, and had a bit of a temper, but no one payed attention to that. I lost my mother when I was 15, when she gave birth to my last two brothers. I was so upset with her death, but there was nothing I could do. It's all a part of the circle of life.
About two years later, when I was 17, I was married.My husband was of my tribe, so both our families blessed the marriage. On my 18th birthday, my husband and I had a baby girl. We named her Eketa Robin, after both our mothers. I wanted my mother's name first, but my husband wouldn't have it.
Everything changed after we had our second child, a boy named Mycal Nikotiya, after my husband's grandfather. Eketa was about 3, my husband was 24 and I was 21. Another tribe ruined our camp. They destroyed everything, killed, pillaged; it was a disaster. They murdered my family, all my siblings still left in the tribe along with my father, and they took away my children and husband. They kept me and many other women prisoners. I later found out that when they took my husband and children away, they had killed them.
I was enraged. I somehow managed to escape and found the rival tribe's camp. I did precisely what they had did to my tribe. I killed a majority of their tribe, except the children. To hurt children....my heart would not be weighed down with that. Not when all the small faces reminded me of Eketa and Mycal. I was dragged away from the burning camp by what was left of their warriors. They took me to their wise men (HA! Isn't that an oxymoron for you).
I do not remember much from the visit, other than being called an animalistic whore. I called them far worse names as I was dragged out, their expressions shocked by my words. Women were never allowed to swear. If they did, it was in their minds and not aloud. To damn bad for them. Though I did leave crying and still in a blind rage. I swore I'd never cry again.
They took me to their high council.
"It's another one of them." they said. They told me that there were many like me who were too cruel to have their own body, that I was too dangerous. They brought in another girl. Before I knew it, they had bound us together. My mind and soul now part of this stranger's. I would stay like this forever, until I learned to "behave".
I was only to come out if the person was sick or in some sort of trouble. A damned curse. Well that wasn't going to stop me. I would kill these bastards down to the last drip of blood in their bloodline. They would pay for what they had done. Oh how lovely a price they would pay.

Many years later, a baby was born. I was part of that baby. Like the curse said, I was to go through childhood again and again within these people who were born with me in them, whether it be female or male. This child's parents had at one time had "evil sides", as they called us, which is why I was born with this girl. But she would never be safe. Because of me. Because of the powers this girl and I shared, which made me twice as dangerous. Not that I cared. I vowed that after this girl, I'd be free, and I can finish my revenge on the high council. And I am. And I have a new name, a new face.
My name is Robin. Robin Eketa Ketarina DaTello. And I am my own woman once again.