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I sat looking at mommy… why is mommy covered in blood?

“Mommy?” I asked; looking for the same jovial and loving response as usual.

Only silence and rugged breathing followed. I shook mommy on the shoulder and only winces of pain followed. No ... mommy…

In the background the voices of the loud men and someone else arguing could be heard.

Mommy… Why won’t you open your eyes?[1]

Mommy… Why are you not getting up?

Mommy… where is your laugh? The smile you had but minutes ago?

Mo--…

She in a quivering manner, but contrastingly in as gentle tone as possible, whispered out what seemed to be her epitaph.

“R- r run..”

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Mom?

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MOM?

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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

--------------------------------------------POV Draconian innkeeper----------------------------------------------------

I tossed and turned in great bother while being caged within a deep slumber. My mind was in a state of disarray as it commanded, pleaded and implored for the rest of my body to awake. However my body remained unresponsive; as if it were not even functioning to begin with. My mind was in true horror, screaming for release, as it had to validate what had happened to my beloved daughter. This was pure maternal instinct and not brought about through reasoning as I had yet to awake. It was a true dilemma, I had to wake up, but I wasn’t in the state to be able to do so; as if I were struggling against hard iron chains.

Eventually my mind won out and I arose from my deep sleep. I was filled with inexplicable dread and fear. My mind put the fragmented happenings of the past into a cohesive strand of events. I immediately threw up my bed cover expecting the worse. A sight contradicting all logic fell before my eyes and, as with any similar situation, I attempted to rationalise what could have occurred to cause what I saw before me. My mind narrowed down the possible eventualities:

Afterlife?

Insanity?

Reincarnation?

With each eventuality reasoned and dismissed one logical explanation came to mind; and my mind clasped to it as if it were an absolute truth. It must have been a lucid nightmare. This seemed to be the only possible explanation for the visceral and utterly terrifying injuries I ‘sustained’ last night and the currently healthy body I see before me now. Nevertheless, it doesn’t change the fact that I need to validate the state of my daughter.

I arose from the bed while being in a daze. The room was one of the customer rooms, though it’s not like we get many customers to begin with. Though I had already found a viable explanation to my current state of being; I was being eaten up by anxiety, uncertainty and worry. I didn’t know myself the reason for being so worried but I knew, I had to see my daughter. My gradual walk broke way for a mild jog soon turning into an all-out sprint. The 10 meters between where I was and my daughter’s room seemed to be 10 km. I opened the door, after what seemed an eternity, to my daughter’s room and saw a mass in the bed. This was of great relief but this soon turned into fear. A boy of around the age of 15 was in her bed; just barely fitting under the small cover. I had a sense of slight deja vu with the boy lying before me… was from where? The Nightmare?

Anyway that’s not the point just who is he? I swiftly ‘poked’ him with end of my tail; and soon after he fell out of the bed hitting the floor with a dull thud. I did not know whether to laugh or cry; as the boy still asleep after falling from the bed onto the hard wood floor.

Anyway I digress, I must find my daughter. I would normally be surprised or worried if I found a complete stranger, that I had little knowledge of, within a private room. But the worry for my daughter had overridden all other thoughts. I rushed out of the room and began to check every other room. I eventually , after what seemed like years, I found her lying in my bead, asleep, like an angel free from the worlds torment and untainted by evils of man. I rushed over to expel my selfish longing on her. I gave her a sudden hug. Upon making contact she awoke in a frantic craze shouting:

“NO LET GO”

However, soon after realising it was me, she had a face of shock for a fraction of a second before one of relief and unadulterated joy. She almost immediately burst out into tears while incoherently muttering parts of the word ‘mommy’ repeatedly as I embraced her into my chest. Inexplicably, sorrow relief and joy struck me like lightning and I fell into a state of crying just as much, if not more, than her. Every vestige of what could be called ‘adult’ about me fell away and I was like child forgetting the 200 years of life I had experienced. I found great solace in hugging her as if we were lovers that had been reunited at the end of a colossal conflict, though such events never came to pass for me, giving me all the more reason to cherish her very existence. I couldn’t say how long we stayed like that for; however I wished for it to be that way forever.

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Meh, short chapter too much homework I'm dead. Sorry if it is short but hadd to much wor to do the weak sorry and thanks for reading

-Rizza

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