“Mika, take her and go,” my wife, Lilla says, handing me our daughter.
“But I can`t leave you. King Jorell is already sending soldiers after you. And what about Zobra?” I protest.
“I already took care of that,” she reassures me. “Our son is safe for now. He has mastered the art of shape shifting and has cleverly disguised himself as a shepherd in a small village. In fact, the whole palace has been evacuated to the hide outs underneath the ground.”
“And what about you?” I, object. A husband protects his wife.”
“True,” she agrees. “However, a man’s children come before his wife. And as Queen of the Alvelvans, it is my duty to stay here and fight for my people.”
When I open my mouth to argue, she continues, “Besides, I `m not helpless like a female mortal.”
“What if we never see each other again?” I say, surprised at how quiet my voice sounds, like that of a frightened child.
. My strength is reduced to that of a mortal; however, the captain is stronger than the average mortal, even for a veteran.
She takes of her necklace, and places around our daughter’s neck, a necklace that has been in Lilla`s family for generations.
Lilla (named in honor of her mother)
The captain strides forward until he and I are only inches apart. “If you surrender and give us the girl, you and your wife will be spared. Will you cooperate?” As much as I want my wife to be spared, as she said, our daughter comes first. Besides how would she or I for the matter, ever forgive myself if I allowed them to take our daughter.
“Never,” I reply. His eyes narrow through the slits of his helm, as if he is sneering.
“So be it,” says, drawing his sword. I too draw my sword, a thin, long razor-sharp blade that can easily slice through armor.
His sword stabs at my unprotected chest. At the last moment, I parry the blow. A shower of sparks flies off our swords. I am thrown into a routine that I don’t even have to think of, launch; parry; launch; parry; launch; parry…. It appears as if we are dancing, twisting and turning, our bodies, and jumping out the way to avoid blows. Perhaps this is a dance, a dance of survival.
My heart sinks with the knowledge that Lilla set the place on fire to win the invasion.
“Where is she? I have reports that an Alvelvan is right here in this village, and not just any Alvelvan, but the Princess.”
First, he gives me the loaf of bread. I tear through the bread, grateful for something to eat, even if it is stale. I then gulp down the water. After finishing the meal, my head feels clearer.
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I bury him in the unused farmland behind my house, but I keep the sword because it is Lilla`s rightful #FF0000 ">inheritance.
Cia says, “Lilla, go to the marketplace and buy more food #FF0000 ">and hurry up.”
Merchants advertise their wares as children run up and down the road as their mother#FF0000 ">s
shop and gossip.
For a while, Jackamal holds me in his arms, as if I #FF0000 ">was his daughter.
I bolt to a sitting position sitting.
“And what about you?” I, object. " A husband protects his wife.”
“Even if I’m not alive, the memory of me will be. And,” she says, her other free hand resting on my heart, “where ever you go, I `ll always be with you in your heart.”There was soemthing wrong wiht the apostrophe you put after I for I'll. It had happened once before also in this chapter.
She turns, picks up our daughter and kisses her with such tenderness that can only belong to a mother.I loved this line!
Besides how would she or I for that matter, ever forgive myself if I allowed them to take our daughter.
Even though the pain is almost unbearable, it is nothing compare#FF0000 ">d to the pain in my heart, Fury fuels me; if I die, so does Lilla , and I’m not gong to allow her to share the same fate as her mother.