Oh, she was there.
She had been told to think back as far as she could. She had been asked to remember, and she had. Everything she had tried to ignore, all the signs, they had stood plainly in front of her face, and she couldn't look away. It had rendered her numb. On the one hand, it was a small truth, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Did it matter who had given birth to her? Didn't it matter more who had raised her, who had loved her?
But she loved nature, loved her world, and it was stupid to deny that Naira being her blood mother was unimportant. It had answered so many questions, after all. Why was nobody else quite like Bella? Why did nobody share her passions? Why didn't she have a father? All these things which she had never let bother her, but then the final piece of the puzzle had been shoved in her face and the picture was plain. All that was left was for Bella to decide what to do about it.
She had pondered it. Ever since that day with the faint, angry voices, the day with Naira covered in blood, she had hardly been able to think of anything else. In that long time, her lake was her friend more than ever; she did not need to explain her woes and troubles to the water, and it listened without judging or trying to give advice. She didn't want anybody's advice, didn't want excuses or reasons or suggestions. This was between her and Naira, and possibly Athena. It took some time before Bella realised that she probably should be angry at the white woman, for the lack of honesty, for the lack of truth, but she was not. The truth was that Naira had gone, and Athena had been there. In a sense, that was all that mattered, and Bella could have cared less whose blood ran in her veins. She loved Athena with all her heart, loved Poison Path, loved Ash, loved the lake. She loved that lake. It listened to her cry, to her whispering, to her rationalising, to her questions. It said nothing, and she appreciated it.
The moment Naira's voice cut through the air, Bella knew that it had come to an end. She was out of time; she could not roll it around in her head anymore, could not try to decide what to make of it. She was a good girl, and she did what she was told. She kept out of trouble, she didn't explore too far, and she was polite and honest. If Naira told her to leave, would she do it? If Athena told her to stay, would she do it? Bella had never had to make such a huge decision on her own before, and it tore at her. She wanted to love Naira as she loved Athena, but it was so hard. It was there, on the edge of her heart, but everything felt so wrong - so broken. Datura was even different, like he had found answers for himself, and though his company had rarely brought her true comfort in the past, it was even worse now. She avoided everyone. Why couldn't things just go back to normal?
She just wanted things to go back to normal.
... find Bella, Athena had said, and the girl heard it on the wind, and knew her time was up. She had been following Datura secretly, her heart having wrenched the moment she realised that he had risen to the call. Silently she had followed in his wake, anticipation mounting. What would he do? Bella had no idea of the scene she was about to witness, but to see Datura's choice - she had to see it. Even far behind him, she saw him move proudly, with purpose, declaring what they all knew - and then her heart broke in two the moment he called her 'mother'. So, that was his choice. He was...
Her eyes widened as she stared, creeping forward, taking in the truth of what she was seeing. Her family and... and his family, opposed, stood ready for... no. Her heart broke into smaller pieces as she realised with cold dread the anger and hostility that was laid bare before her. It was all wrong, all wrong - why had it come to this? It must have gone so much further than just her and Datura's lineage, so much history, so much pain, to have this be the conclusion. But Naira had called for them, had called for Bella and Datura. They were at the centre of this, of it all.
"I'm here," she called, her tone dead, as she stepped forward in Datura's wake. But she did not bask in any attention as he had so clearly done - she wanted none of it. It was all hopelessly and terribly wrong, and the memories of hurt words and the scent of blood was too rich, she could not stand it. This was her lake, her beautiful, pristine lake, and she could not simply stand aside and let it be tarnished with their hatred and anger. She didn't care, she didn't care.
Rather than move towards Athena and Ash, as she so wanted to, Bella stepped forward to stand squarely between the two groups, glancing dully over the faces she knew and didn't know alike. She felt cold, the dread holding her heart tight. Only Naira did her gaze linger on. Mother. Datura had called her mother. He was leaving. It was all changing. Why did it all have to change? Having reached the middle, she paused, the word rolling on her tongue but she wasn't able to say it. It just felt wrong.
She had eyes only for the woman who had turned her world upside down - for the woman who had brought her into the world in the first place. It was all to do with her. "Please," was all she could manage, a soft plea for peace and no pain. Bella could not fight, and she would do as she was told, but who was going to give that command?
A backdrop to the confrontation, the lake was silent, always silent, but it sang to her, and deep down, Bella knew.
"Please... go."