She looks so beautiful. With her blonde hair and green eyes, she can be mistaken by an angel. I literally can't take my eyes off her.
Tears are now streaming out of my eyes, because my baby girl will be snatched away from me in hours. Alex gave her a stunning name, and I like it very much. And here she is, my beautiful angel, smiling in my arms, clearly having no idea what is going to happen to her. To me.
To every one.
I can't fight against the choice of the elders. I can't argue. I can't speak.
Instead, I have to bear. I have to suffer. I have to keep quiet. Sometimes I just blame the Elders for choosing a baby for a great destiny. A baby girl without a mother to support her. Without a parent or a guardian to tell her that she can succeed. To tell her that terrible things are going to happen.
If i can't fight against the consequences, I can at least fight against my tears. With my other hand, I wipe the tears off my puffy face, exciting the baby, causing her to move her arms. Her green eyes are the thing that hypnotizes me; the color, the glamour, the glitter.
Will they be used against good? Against evil? Will they be used to serve good? Or to serve evil?
'Calm down, Anastasia,' Alex says. He has been reading my thoughts. Me and Alex, my husband, have the ability to read thoughts. We have achieved our planet's dream; and our power is a rare blessing. Our daughter unfortunately was to be born Oxcaira.... a type which a baby has to be put in a fire.
The fire will become her power; and she must use it against evil. But, scared as we were, we didn't want our baby to be put in a fire; or have fire powers. We wanted her to have mind power, a power which has to take lives to proceed.
And we, as being her parents, have to sacrifice ourselves for the betterment of our daughter. Alex is trying his best to soothe me, but he knows he also scared.
After giving one more smile, I kiss my daughter and I put her in the magic cradle. Together, Me and Alex join hands and we recite the ancient spell. I turn my gaze to Alex and almost cry out.. Half of his body is gone, but he seems calm. My time is coming too.
Trying to avoid my baby's smile, both of us disintegrate to ash.
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FantasyIt's not people or weapons that's going to kill you. It's yourself. It's your memory. It's your mind. Memories exist. But you don't. You're just a figment of your own imagination. That means....... You're not real. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>...
