“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.
“And what about you?” I, object. "A husband protects his wife.”
I bury him in the unused farmland behind my house, but I keep the sword because it is Lilla`s rightful inheritance.
Cia says, “Lilla, go to the marketplace and buy more food and hurry up.”
Merchants advertise their wares as children run up and down the road as their mothers
shop and gossip.
For a while, Jackamal holds me in his arms, as if I 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 compared 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.