1 1

This moment. Every tear,  smile,  panic that have felt so far had to lead to this.

I wondered what was going to happen while ignoring Sam.

After all the times I've faced death and eluded it,  you'd think I would get used to the thought of actually dying, but that wasn't the case. 

I feared for myself. My children. And the man I fell in love with. 

Would my children survive in this wicked world? Who would take care of them? Would they be victims of my actions?

While I've never been a fan of crying, the tears didn't need my permission. They fell anyway.

Red raven snickered but she wasn't important now. I couldn't even clean my tears because my hands were bound. 

Sam was saying something to the elders but I didn't care. I could feel it deep inside, I wasn't escaping this. You'd know when your time has come.

For the first time, I prayed. I prayed that my children wouldn't see their mother this way. I prayed that the hate would stop right here.

Drop. Drop. Drop. The tears of anger, pain and sorrow fell.

My beautiful baby kicked as if she knew what was to come. Would my children be OK? The ones left in this wicked world and the one I would leave with.