"Freya Donovan!" 9 year old Freya suddenly looked away when she heard her mother's voice. From there in the shadow of a large tree gradually emerged a woman with long and curly hair and brown skin.

"Ma" Freya called when she could see his face.

"How many times should I tell you not to come here to the forest alone because sometimes there are hunters here and maybe when they discard you when they see you" direct sermon of his mother.

Freya was very aggressive against her when her mother continued to rap.

"Do you understand?" Freya nodded even though she didn't understand anything because of her mother's speaking speed....