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A Mother's Patience
As he entered the tower time seemed to slow down nearing almost to a stop completely. His nerves began to get the best of him as he crept closer to the woman who's back was still facing him. With his heart pounding and his shaky hands barely listening to his brain's commands, he leaned in toward her and tapped her shoulder just once.

Startled, she turned to face her intruder. He stood around six feet tall, and was very burley with large lumberjack like forearms. As he stood there stiff and silent as a board, she also noticed he had a tattoo of a serpent swooping across the five knuckles of his left hand, the mark of Haden.

The woman nearly burst out of her skin as she screamed at the man before her,

"Traitor! What have you done with my son?"

The man seemed to grow more and more nervous as he built up the courage to speak.

"I am no traitor.."

She interrupted him before he could breathe another word,

"No traitor? You bare the mark of Haden in my home, the foul man who not only killed my husband, the rightful king of Indus Valley, in his bed while he slept, but also the same monster that kidnapped and murdered my son nineteen years ago today."

Tears began to fill her eyes as she stepped closer to the man who entered her home and she drew her dagger silently from behind her back keeping it hidden as she continued,

"Hate is such a small word, I cannot express to you the feelings of which I have for someone who was once my brother. This Haden animal, and all of the dogs he has working for him will be put down if it's the last thing I do!"

Her blade had already punctured the man's chest before she finished the last bit of her speech and a smile of slight relief crossed her face but only for a moment.

"I'm sorry mother.."

Blood spattered out of his mouth before he coughed up a pint more of the thick crimson liquid. His mother, realizing what she had done only after it was too late fruitlessly tried to keep her new found son awake, but because of her sharp accuracy his soul was gone before he ever hit the floor. Her foul cries stretched across the entire valley as she clinched her child's lifeless body tightly.


THE END




© Alex Potter