Iracabeth was malnourished, pregnant, and near death. To make matters worse, she was chained to a man, who would kill her in an instant.
"What are we looking for?" She asked weakly. There was no response, just a hurried pace. He had refused to speak to he since the banishment five months ago. Her shoes were shredded from walking and her feet were burnt and bleeding. They came to an abrupt halt. He bent down and picked up a small sharp stone on the ground and threw her to the sand. She looked up at him in horror, then surprise as he grabbed her arm and forcefully placed it on a boulder and began hacking away at he chain that held him to the horrific Bloody Big Head.
"What are you doing?" she coughed.
"Getting away from you." he muttered through clenched teeth.
"What did I do to you?" he didn't respond, and in fact didn't speak to her again, just continued hitting the metal. She looked at the stone jolting at the chain. She shut her eyes in horror until finally she felt the chain drop and heard footsteps running away. She opened he eyes to see her blood spattered on the boulder and her wrist mangled and numb, with the chain still attached.
"Come back!" she called weakly, not wanting to be left alone in the vast wilderness. The little water and food that had been found, had been found by him, and also had reluctantly shared with her. He split it half and half, which was almost unfair, since she had another being within her. She looked up at the sun, then back at her wrist, which she could no longer move.
Blood was seeping onto the hot stone, so she used her other hand and teeth to tear one of her underskirts and wrapped it around it. The white fabric quickly turned red, but she left it there anyways. Clouds came up over head, and her face let out into a smile. The rain pelted her and she cupped her hand and drank it. The baby twisted inside of her, and Iracabeth took that as a 'thank you'.