“Ah, mother.” The voice was soft yet carries a burden heavy as the weight of the world. The girl clenched her fingers tightly around the dagger in her hand, the bloodstains on the hilt glistening faintly in the dim light streaming through the cracks in the wooden slats of the chamber. She had been here too long now, and the walls seemed to echo with her desperation.
‘Why am I stuck here?’ she muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed on the dagger at her side. It was no ordinary blade; it shimmered with an ethereal glow that made her think of the ghostly figures she had seen in her visions. But what mattered now was only the task before them.
‘They want me to give birth.’ The words came out spontaneously, a shock even to her own ears. The idea was absurd, even idiotic, but it was a demand that could not be ignored. The dagger clutched in her hand was no mere instrument of death; it was a lifeline, a fragile thread connecting her to the outside world.
‘I can’t let them take this child from me.’ Her voice broke into a croak as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t know if she had time to wait for aid, but one thing was certain: she would not die without this child. Not like that.
As the chamber outside grew darker and colder with each passing moment, the girl felt an unspoken contract forming between them. The dagger was more than just a weapon now; it was a bridge to a world they could never return to. Together, they were an unstoppable force, driven by a purpose greater than themselves.
‘We must act now.’ She pushed herself to her feet, her movements stead as the weight of thousands of years felt bear-like on her body. The dagger clutched tightly in her hand, she took a deep breath and stepped out into the freezing night air.
The journey ahead would be fraught with peril, but the girl knew there was no turning back now. She had been called to this mission, and failure was not an option. With the dagger at her side, she was ready to face whatever came her way—and claim this child as her own.
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