11 Dearest Mom

Cynthia knew her father would be proud. The child lay on her back sleeping. Disgusting. She needed to get somewhere safe in order to murder the little witch. She was exhausted from sneaking into the coven and escaping with the child. The pride Cynthia had in herself for saving Dradiens from an unholy alliance is what pushed the demon forward despite her exhaustion. She stopped to eat something hating the feeling of the weight she carried on her back. This child would have been the downfall of my kingdom she smiled to herself. Cynthia would be apart of history. Of course Cynthia had to act alone because it was the royal family that was to be apart of this marriage. She was a loyal citizen and served the royal family unequivocally however, this was something else. This went against everything Drudien. She had to protect her people from this mistake. She knew her father was smiling down on her from the afterlife, giving her the strength to carry out her mission for king and country. The child began to stir. This was it Cynthia thought. They were a safe distance away from trouble. She untied the child from her back. Cynthia ready her blade. She stabbed the little girl who let out a blood curdling scream. F*** I missed her heart. She attempted to finish her mission when she and the curly headed girl began to fade. Cynthia awoke to find the little girl next to her only they were in a strange place. How can this be? Illudra's tear was supposed to keep magic from working on her. Cynthia rubbed the teardrop necklace her father had given her as a babe. The child was awakening. Cynthia stabbed the child again this time purposefully keeping away from her heart. She prayed the little girls magic might carry them back to her kingdom, back to her beloved Dradien. The little girl did bring them somewhere else. This place was loud with mechanical monsters. "Oh lord Amiy"! Cynthia cried freaked out. She grabbed the little girl and found a place to hide behind some trees. This place was terrifying. She knew she should finish her mission. She knew she should finish what she started and kill the little girl. She was being selfish. She was so scared that the girl would bring her somewhere worse then here. Or worse yet the girl would die and she would never see her beloved Dradien again. She tore some fabric and began wrapping the childs wounds, the child whimpered at her staring with her large honey silver eyes. "Shut up you nasty little wurchin and thank the lord Amiy that you will live to see another day"!