Backlash

Chapter 2

Third POV

After a question like that, there was a silent pause. Not a moment later, the small woman exclaimed, "Oh dear, I forgot to introduce myself. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Bethany Vannhart, the proud mother of this land." This response had Erza thinking 'mother of the land, it couldn't be that right.'

"When you say mother of this land, you mean," Erza hung off the rest of for the sma- Bethany to finish. " Oh, I mean that my husband is the head of this town," Bethany clarified.

'Now that makes sense, but I can tell there is more to it,' thought Erza. "Well, Mrs.Vannhart-" "Beth or mom will do just fine, deary," Bethany interrupted. "First, you don't look that much older to be my 'mom'-"

Bethany was about to say something but with one look from Erza, she shut her mouth. "Second, we are not that familiar with each other, and lastly, thank you for the meal you brought over earlier," Erza said the last part sheepishly, now remembering how she acted.

In order, Bethany said heartily, "I am probably 15 years or so older than you think I am. I hope that one day we can become familiar with others and the rest of this town too. Lastly, your welcome."

After hours of conversation with Bethany helping with unpacking Erza's things, they finally bid each other a good night.

After Bethany left, Erza locked the doors, windows, and turned off all the lights. She made her way upstairs to the comfort of her bed .

She took off her clothes, grabbed an oversized shirt, pulled it over her head, and climbed into bed. 'Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings me' she thought as darkness consumed her into a soft slumber, but not before she sensed someone in the room with her, not feeling threatened.