1 Prologue: Seriously.. Why?

Have you ever looked at someone and thought "Wow.. I wish I could be them." That's the sort of life Jane Waruguru was living. She was a tall, African beauty. She had skin as dark as mahogany, curvy to the extreme and the kinkiest afro that looked like clouds all the way to her hips.

She was a runway model but later ventured fashion design. Her designs feature lots of colour and celebrated the African woman. She was the definition of an African queen.

She lived with her elderly parents just to take care of them, and was paying her younger siblings education. She was the eldest in a family of six.

Though life was a bit harder in her younger years, she was content with her life. So, she was completely unable to understand why or how she ended up as a sacrifice.

"Am so sorry sweetheart, but this is the only way to save your brother.." said her fatherr as he left her on the altar. She looked over to her right and saw her brother on the brink of death.

Ibrania Nyakweba was the only brother she had. He was diagnosed with hemophilia at the age of five after almost bleeding to death when he was playing around in the house. Her parents were unable to accept it and through the years, they visited a lot of native doctors to find a cure.

In a way, she was unable to feel any hatred towards her parents. She loved her baby brother enough to do anything for him. Her only regret was that she didn't think it would work.

"Sis, I don't want this..." said Ibrania. He had been wrapped up like a mummy to prevent him from hurting himself. He was a handsome 13yrs old kid. Short kinky hair, dark brown eyes and had an average build. He lived his life like it was his last day, enjoying it to the max.

Jane just gave him a smile unable to do anything else since she had been drugged. 'If am going to die either way, I hope that its going to save him.' she thought as she started feeling drowsy.

She was bleeding out from the back of her knees where she was cut using a how. All her tears had run dry after trying to save herself. Her father tied her hands behind her back and cut her wrists. He collected the blood and started draw symbols that had no ryhme or reason

'If there's a god, I...' she felt as though her thoughts were slowing down as father started mumbling some words. It felt as though she was slowly sinking into an abyss unable to think clearly. She didn't see her life flash before her eyes, but she felt as though she was at peace. 'I hope there is a next life..' she thought, as she had her last breath.