Chapter Nine- Oh. My. Goat's Rue.

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Author's notes: sorry about the long absences. Writer's block, we all have it at some point. Here's a super sort chapter until the next part comes out. 

Goat's Rue.

Chapter Nine: 

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Chapter Nine: 

Adjacent to each other mamma and I stand face to face with each other. Her very own heels digging into the marble flooring around us. Face on the chandeliers and nose crunching. Desperately she sighs. How particular of her, And how particular of us to be in this very situation. How fate hate us more than ever.

I stand half alive. Half dead from fright on the inside. Anxiety has the best of me. How am I supposed to behave in a dire situation like this. I don't know. A wolf left to the hounds I imagine. Running, scared at the heartless creatures. Either creature for survival. One must bite the dust in a battle like this. Another one bites the dust.

Chocklett brown eyes, she has. Glaring onto her plump cherry shaded lips I shigh. It's now or never. However, the air in the room is hotter than ever. My throat is dry. For a few moments, I attempt to cough on purpose. Clearing the throat.

On purpose, she's ignoring my cries for help. Rolling her eyes every so often, she wants to escape reality. Doesn't know whether to blame fate, her daughter or her sister for the situation. Certainly her brother would be called out on this. How everything is so cruel to her! All she wanted was a daughter: now her daughter is threatened!

Croaking, I cough as loud as daylight. "Mother, how could you not tell me?"

Turning around she scoffs and like a siren she screeches, in agony. Sobbing, she breaks down.

"She who sheds the tear at the dusk of light:

Warmth and rebirth she'll represent-

A mother's stride: the successor at sight.

Loss and Siberian she'll choose:

Through righteous and sentiment.

For those who choose to cross her shall lose the path home.

No matter how prosperous one is,

A farewell to the first testament of men".

Oh. My. Goat's Rue. 

To be continued...

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