How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The Hearth part 3

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There were three things that one should ever fear and tread carefully if one had any regard for their own safety life if they were to ever be at the other end of said horrors.

The tax collector surprise knocking at your door when they caught wind of your... "freedoms" of not paying your debts.

The sharp sound of your mothers voice calling you sternly by stating your full name from the distance while she was pulling up her slippers ready for throwing.

And lastly but not least the sight of a living wave of children sprinting at you in some sort of unholy stampede of small limbs and heads approaching rapidly.

Terror number three seemed to be right on the menu for today, however.., unlike any other situation where common sense would call one to remove themselves from the clear path of collision at hand, this time she was not given such luxury.

Either be it because in the few moments that remained before they reached her did her legs choose a rather inconvenient moment to forget they could move....or because it would look rather weird for everyone else to see their "Mother" duck for cover like a World war II movie character.

To be honest, she did not know which one was worse...or funnier.

And so with half a prayer on her lips and a curse in her heart for whatever god was kindly listening by she clenched her jaw with a weak and wavering smile as they crashed on her.

Hard.

Like holy shit those little gremlins could do some damage if she was not some sort of named character right now as she felt her heels literally scratch the floor underneath as they tried to keep her steady if just barely from tumbling down.

"Mother! Mother! How are you...!?"

"Where have you been, Mother.....?"

"Mother! Are you feeling better....? Do you still feel sick?"

"Buah! Mother.....! Please don't scare us like that..., I thought we would never see you again"

She could barely breath, the air driven out from her lungs first with the tide smashing into her, and now surrounding her from every angle.

She tried to smile,...but she could only flinch with the ever back and forth of bodies pushing against her. A bead of sweat started to slid down her forehead, prickling her nose as it slid down as she tried to wiggle in futility against her fate.

[Please, stop.....don't turn me...into a sandwich...]

She groaned inwardly with a pained whimper at the way they tried to wrap their arms around her and squeeze as hard as they could.

Forget Peruere pulling the power of friendship card in the duel, she was gonna die right here and now by overly emotional children!

One by one, or all at the same time...a myriad of voices and cries echoed loudly within the room like a tempest thrown into a tea cup before then picking the damn thing and throwing it against the closest wall.

Yeah, perhaps not the best way to phrase it...but right now it would do!

It was hot and cold, rapid and cumbersome, all mixing in a blurry mess of arms, faces and cries from boys and girls of different ages and sizes went by uninterrupted as they tried to reach for her, tugging at her clothing with their little hands and fingers.