The closer Erin got to the group of people waiting for her, the more she feared that she would faint for the second time that day. As she continued her tentative walk towards the group, she shivered a little but not from the cold wind.
A feeling of déjà vu swept over her as she began to recognize familiar faces, although she instinctively knew that they were different people from who they were supposed to be in the future.
Her father looked younger here and he was dressed in a leather garb that was ostentatiously decorated with beads and feathers. He wore a feather headdress, marking him as the leader of the clan, although his dressing seemed modest compared to the elaborate regalia of the supreme leader. Her mother stood beside him with a proud smile on her lips. She paused briefl
