Stolen.

Stolen from my family,

My people,

My life.

Raised a slave,

Of the Folk.

Not knowing,

Forgetting,

That I was human.

Called Lekka, stolen.

A child.

A child was raised in my place.

A child of the Moor.

The only one that remembered me,

Cared for me.

The one who had stolen my name.

Saaski.

Saaski understood.

Saaski, in saving herself,

Restored me.

No longer Lekka, stolen one.

No longer Folk slave.

Human, once more, reliving the last years anew.

Not Saaski.

Not Lekka.

Leoran.

©Chaelyn