Twelve:
Time slipped backward as I opened my eyes. My body and my hair were not my own. Recognition set in quickly, I was once more in my mother’s flesh. A strange predicament to be accustomed to such dream happenings. However, when you’re a demigoddess, life seldom makes sense by the mortal standard. Normal was such a relative concept for one such as me in the first place.
The era was indeterminable from the strange robes. Powder blue and white robes as silky as the most comfortable mortal fabrication. All around me were fields and crops. The harvesters appeared to have left the field for the day. However, I could see the clear agricultural signs.
The circular hut-like hovel amid a horseshoe-shaped field was common in ancient Celtic farms. If I were forced to hazard a guess, I would
