SIREN CRY
Azara coughed out blood, she could taste death already, it was right at the tip of her tongue.
AZARA!!!
Amargo ran to her daughter's side using her fingers to press close on lap where she had torn with the dagger, and her chest where she had pierce.
How? how? HOW!!!
Azara struggled to talk, it was hard with all the pain she was experiencing, at this point she wanted to die than feel this pain for another minute.
Amargo could not stop panicking at the thought of her child dying. She had never come out to proclaim Azara has her daughter out of shame. She had never been called mother by her not even once.