Breaking Point

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     As we were dragged away to the underworld, Jade stayed silent. I kept asking her, "what should we do?" and got nothing g in return. The shackles were old and rusted. Maybe I could break them, but how? Just as I came up with an idea, Jade shook her head no.

     "Father, we're back!" Eira chimed. "Look who Jade caught for me." I fell to my knees as my dad forced me to move forward. A man sat on a throne made of bones. He was old, yet young at the same time. I thought this was all a terrible dream that I never woke up from, but it wasn't. "Jade. I am very disappointed in you. When your father threw you aside, I gave you the life you always wanted. I raised you as my own, and this is how you repay me?" The man sighed. "Your one piece of work, old man. My mother took me in. She brought me here cause you owe her." "I don't owe her anything! Your mother was kicked out because of her crimes against the gods, therefore our deal is broken! Eira, take them to the holding cells."  Moving as one, Eira and my dad pushed us down the hall.

     Once we were left alone, Jade broke free from her shackles. She then took a brick out from the wall and gave me the paper that was there. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "This is the contract signed by your father and the man out there. I was born into this world to break it. For me to do so, I need to know everything you know about your father. Make it quick, we don't have much time." Removing more bricks, she unpacks the wall of what seems to be an escape route. "I don't know much of him. He left one hour after my birth and said it was for the best." 

     For that moment, everything froze in place. I could hear the way her heart skipped a beat as she let out a heavy sigh. As if she knew my pain. As if she wanted, with all her power, to hold me and tell me everything will be ok. As if she wanted to be there for me like no one else was. She took two steps closer to me but turned away, wiping a single tear from her face. As sad as her voice carried her words she whispered, "We need to go."

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