Fool- An Original Short Story by Thora E. Flores

Epilogue

Somewhere in the nine worlds, a child was born. A child with immeasurable dark power. Cursed with the altering of her very own self before even being born. The definition of a monster, conceived from the darkness of men and their cruel ambitions.

Created to take over the world.

Maria Loterre's eyes, despite the agony and darkness poured into the child, sparkled with pride and joy as she held her daughter for the first time. And the last.

The same people who had infected her beloved child with such darkness gave her one kindness, one she had demanded;

To hold her daughter at least once.

What she hadn't expected was what had occurred after the little one had been taken to be tested. As soon as the physician, also with the group who had done so to her child, took her daughter into the next room, Maria's Throat was a bleeding gash.

As she choked on her blood, Maria sent one last desperate prayer to the gods.

Her eyes were suddenly moist with tears. Regret clouding them, she knew this would happen. Deep down, at least. She knew when she was tricked into joining this awful cause.

Her killer swept a blanket over her whilst death claimed Maria as their own.

I'm sorry, Esme. She thought at last.

And she was gone.