In fairy tales they would say bad gets defeated and good remains. Thats what they all say, my mother loved us, she taught us everything. And in return she got nothing but death. Slow and painful death. Edmond and I were to be killed, people believed in whitches our mother Elizabeth was burned for making people suspect she's a whitch. They burned her to death her last words were " I love you!!!", after mother they came back for Edmond and I.
" Edmond," I whispered crouching behind a lightless object. " Theres nowhere left to run... except the forest. come on"
We ran towards the canopy trees, which loomed over a river leading north. Nearly the whole town was looking for us. Edmond and I. They killed Elizabeth. Her last wish was for us to get away. She didnt want us to die. Not like this. Not at the age of sixteen. Our mother loved us, her eternall love was returned with what? - death - a painful and vain death. Despite the lack of love that we shown her and the lack of care we gave her. She gave us a chance to escape from death. I could feel the stich on the side of my waist, we had to stop. We reached the forest, around the gloomy atmosphere I could see a shadow, human shadow. I grabed Edmond and crouched behind a tree. I closed my eyes and hoped we were not seen, the forest was so lightless and dark they did not notice us. I could hear a snap of a branch or a stick. It was insanly close. Any minute now they would spot us. I could hear my harsh breath and the pain on my waist, Edmonds breath matched mine his sharp breath fanning my face. Any minute now. All we could do was wait. And hope.