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III

Sophie didn't know where they were running to. They'd been running for hours and she was exhausted.

But her mother hurried her everytime she dared to stop. They were in danger. That people was chasing them.

Erik, Sophie's little brother, was coughing and moving in her arms. He was just a tiny baby, a sweet and innocent two-year-old. He was having a high fever and was wrapped in a blanket.

The two children's mother was running beside them.

"Mor! Where are we going?" Sophie pleaded

"Somewhere where they can't find us!" Her mother shouted

Sophie tried to understand what had been going on for the last week.

At its beginning, she was a royal. The Princess of Denmark. Her brother, Erik, fully the Prince Benedikt Frederik, the heir. Her father and mother were King Christian X and Queen Alexandrine, the rulers of a constitutional monarchy. A happy and lovely family.

But suddenly, all turned worse. Her father was murdered by the invaders, the Austro-Hungarians. Denmark and its army had resisted for long. But now it had fallen and had no King. And the royals were being chased, probably for being murdered. Just like her father. Murdered just for being royals. Royals who were getting in their way of conquering Europe.

The fear Sophie held was the force that kept her on the runaway. And also the fact that she wanted to protect her little brother. He was too young for death. Too young to be gone. Like her elder brother, Jule, missing for years, presumed dead.

So she held Erik closer to her chest and ran. Queen Alexandrine beside her and started running faster.

"Mor!" Sophie yelled

"I'm hearing them! We have to hurry, darling!" Alexandrine yelled

Sophie hurried. They wouldn't catch them. She won't let them touch her little brother. And she saw that her mother wasn't going to let them touch any of both.

Suddenly, she heard a shot and turned. Her mother had blood on her chest. They had shot her!

"Mor!" she shouted, going back

"Don't dare to go back" Her mother shouted with her last forces "Run! Save yours and your brother's lives! You two have to live, darling" she had tears in her eyes.

That was the most heartbreaking sight she had seen in her life. Her mother, crying and dying. But she had to bear it. She had to obey.

She held her brother and ran, trying not to look back. Tears were falling from her eyes.

Not so long after, she found out she hadn't escape. She was in the border of a cliff. Or fall off the cliff and die or turn back and be killed. Both ended in death. And she looked to her brother. She'll protect him, don't know how but she'll do it.

She saw her mother's corpse and far behind, two gunned shadows. Her mother's killers.

She started walking backwards, arriving to the cliff's border. Other step and they were dead.

She started crying, holding her brother. Her little tears falling on her brother.

"Mor!" she cried. But no one would hear. No one would help her.

But strangely, she was wrong. She felt a hand touching her shoulder. She turned, seeing a pale arm that suddenly grabbed her by the arm. An arm that was coming from nowhere.

But Sophie didn't complain or resist.

Because where that arm that was pulling her would surely be better than death.