Eccelisa sat further back then the other women who crowded around the storyteller. The stories were false, therefore a waste of her time. She had gone to the ruins of their past several times, only when out hunting alone of course. She had seen the shadow of a boy run and leap over the crude structures. She knew more than the other women supposed. She knew why only the men were killed off, and why the Mother gave birth without man. Eccelisa knew, because she was not truly of the fickle women who gloated about how unkind man had been. No, for she was the only one of them born from both man and woman.