Part 2 of 3 of the epilogue entitled Aislinn's Journal.

*Aislinn's Journal

It was then that a grand ball would once again come to the Castell dels Déus in Andorra, the birthplace and true home of the Gods. The God of Darkness is the one that stays in Andorra the most since Shimshon would rather stay with Brooke and her homeland. I know that Kieron despises her. The two Gods had such a close relationship before and when she came into their lives, their brotherly affection was torn apart. I feel sorry for him; all he ever wants is to spend time with his beloved younger brother, but more on this later as we near the war…

The ball was soon approaching. It was a ball that happened only every five years to celebrate the earth, the stars and the sky. This time though Brooke thought it fun to include a battle of the bands of such as the main entertainment and entered us, the Court Band, into it. We were all excited to go off and perform. What was the hard part was all our constant practicing along with our regular work. Not to mention the months long journey from Ohio to Andorra. We left in November, Galliano and I, with the others, leaving the servants behind to watch house and such. The band was consisted of Galliano and myself, my two backup singers Roslyn and Clarisse, and the four other instrument players, Arnau, Jared, Nicolau, and Lester, one of which, Jared, who had a strong infatuation with me.

"Aislinn." He called to me whilst just preparing to leave. Galliano was off somewhere making sure everything was in place. I had known that Jared had a fond feeling for me. He was a human, as was Lester, but unlike Lester Jared had no moral and did not see women as equals. In fact his view of us was far from it. But he supported Mystics, at least the male ones to a certain extent. But on the bright side, up to that point women had been granted more rights, even the one to vote, at least in Ohio. "Must you always stand beside Galliano? He is all fine and good but he could not possibly give you as much as I can offer you." This was in fact true. Jared did make more money than Galliano. Even though we were all paid equally by the Gods and Lady Brooke, when we played in other places there would always be a bias and one would earn more money that the other. Jared was one of those who earned more, Galliano less and I even less.

"That be it as it may Jared," I began, "I would doubt that you would give me what I wanted but not what I need."

"What you need? What you need my fine and beautiful creature, is someone to hold you in their arms in his bed."

"I too doubt that." I replied as I walked to escape Jared.

"When was the last time you felt a man's touch Aislinn?" Jared questioned me, taking my arm in his hand. I tensed at the touch. "Have you even once felt that touch?" He continued as his other hand took my other arm and his hands started to run their course up and down the length of my arms. I tried to pull away but his grip was tight on me. "You never have had you?" He inquired deeper, his gaze running deep into me. And he was right. Despite all my years I have never once before then even got close to embarking in such actions. I lived only for Galliano and only he would ever take me, if he wanted.

"Jared, release me." I commanded, keeping my voice straight and strong.

"So you can run off to Galliano? You two may have a lot in common, but he never tries to win you. How can you even be sure the feelings you have for him are even in him for you?"

"Release me!" I repeated, much stronger this time. I did not want to be talked to as if I were a prize and I did not want to hear the idea that Galliano did not share the same feelings I did for him. "Jared—"

"Come now Aislinn…" He purred, his face leaning in closer to mine. "Forget about Galliano. Only I will be able to care for you."

I could have simply shifted and attacked him, made sure he was off me and that he knew to never ever repeat these actions again. But I was not a fighter, and still I am not, even with all that has happened. I once used to be, when I was purely wild, with no ambitions but to live and no glance into a world that might have, and eventually, accept me. But for now, I have lost all fight in me and now live with song and music. I sometimes wish I could fight, but it is no longer me. Besides, I could get thrown in jail and even executed if I were to fight so I held my ground and tried to pull away. I feared for my integrity when a differently colored wyvern (while most wyverns were almost rainbow colored, green backs, blue wings with yellow, orange and red underbellies, this one was almost one solid color, it was all just shaded of golden brown, from darker on the top to lighter on the bottom) wrapped its tail around Jared and forced him off me. For a moment I worried about Jared for the spikes on the tail would no doubt inflict some pain but the only sound that came from Jared was from shock. The wyvern stepped before me after releasing Jared and growled deeply at him. Jared backed off immediately and went back to his own carriage, not even bothering to apologize to me, and before I could give my thanks to the wyvern it flew off without a sound. I thought this encounter to be extremely strange since wyverns stood for war, pestilence and envy, all things this one wyvern did not show when he saved me. Once in the safety of the carriage I awaited for Galliano and when he arrived he seemed short of breath but I said nothing of it.

*Aislinn's Journal*

When we arrived at Castell dels Déus in Andorra in December, crossing over the fabled Pont de l'Arc Iris, the Rainbow Bridge, I was tired of travelling and so were Galliano and the others. They had all been here before to the island of Andorra but I had not. I found that as I unpacked all I could think of was the new and mysterious land of Andorra in its natural beauty. Galliano could see this and allowed me to leave and explore as he finished unpacking. I was skeptical and hesitant to leave by myself though, what with Jared and the fact that I really wanted Galliano to accompany me but we had a lot of unpacking to do. I ultimately decided to suppress my want to explore for the next few hours as we unpacked, settled and ate. Once that was all fine and done, Galliano and I walked around Andorra, enjoying all the country had to offer. We stopped at many tiny stores and at all the markets inside Andorra. The country itself was not that large at all. It was about the size of Ohio but most of it was houses and farmlands for Mystics. Only the city also called Andorra, or affectingly known as nostre cor or 'our heart' in Mystic, was truly populated. Even the city itself held a lot of rural influence from the area around it; it was not like Lima back in Ohio where it is truly a city even though there are farmlands and commercial land on either side of the county.

Galliano and I had the most wonderful time together in nostre cor, and in my heart, I knew that there was a spark between us that would soon burst into a flame of pure love and passion. This made me impatient. I wanted Galliano to claim his love for me, to take me as his. But things like this could not be rushed. I myself wanted to ask for his hand but it just was not customary for the female to ask the male for marriage. But we were only there for one thing and that was to perform in the name of our Gods and Lady Brooke and win against the other bands. Out of the six bands that were competing, there was of course ours, The Court Band, two Mystic bands called Una Cançó (One Song), and Llegenda (Legend), one Latin band by the name of Domina Musicorum (Lady Musician, it was the first band made up completely of women), the amateur band called The Aura of Music and our greatest threat, The Procession.

The Procession was known to be cheaters. They would steal songs, moves, even compromise singers from other bands to ensure that they would win. They were rude, self-centered and prideful. But they were one of the best bands in the whole world. Their leader was the human shape shifter Jesse St. James and he was also ruthless, doing everything and anything to not only keep his position in the band but to, of course, ensure a win. Galliano had heard of Jesse but had never once met him in person and he was soon to get his chance, as well as I. We were walking to look at the stage that was built in the grand ballroom for contest. I have never been inside the ballroom and was, admittedly, more interested in looking around rather than work on the positioning of our instruments and equipment. Jesse was walking out of the ballroom when we were about to walk in.

"Why… If it isn't the pianist and lead singer from my opponent." Jesse had drawled out slowly. His hair was pulled back and he wore pretty elaborate clothing for a day of preparation. He placed his hands on his hips and stared us down like a tiger looking at pray. There was a moment that I could have sworn that he was more animalistic than human. "So, you two are both animal shape shifters huh?" He left a pause for us to answer. Galliano took the honor.

"Yes. I am—"

"Don't even bother telling me your name." Jesse interrupted, waving a hand at Galliano, instantly shocking Galliano. "It will not be important when The Procession wins."

I could tell Galliano was becoming enraged and quickly. It was not like him to get to mad so quickly, but throughout that whole trip he had been as such. "And how can you be so sure you will win? My band is just as good, if not better that yours."

"Just because you perform for the Gods and the Lady Brooke does not mean you are just as good as I fellow shifter." Jesse responded. "In fact I have yet to see you practice at all in all your time here."

"But we have only been here for a day." I said, stating the truth. We had just arrived in Andorra the day before.

"Yes but that is still hours of time to practice. Practice does make perfect you see, and The Procession have been practicing the moment we unpacked." Galliano inhaled deeply but said nothing. Jesse continued. "I suppose though, that since you are purely just for entertainment you should be all right, even when you lose." He looked at me dead in the eye then and smirked. "If you ever want to get somewhere madam, then you can always sing with us, the winning group. We could always use another female vocal, no matter if you might lack in expertise. So what do you say? When your so called band looses you will join us?"

I was taken aback. I had felt insulted and angered. "What do you say about this?" I asked, trying to put power in my voice, the power of my spirit animal. "When we win, what say you resign from your position?"

Jesse chuckled. "My dear, let us only see who wins." And with that he walked away.

"The jerk." I commented as he turned a corner.

"Ignore him Aislinn." Galliano had softly said. "We have work to do. Besides, we'll show him when we win, just as you said." I smiled at him and we walked into the ballroom.

The grand ballroom was magnificent. It was far longer than it was wide and at least two times bigger than the one back home. The ceiling was painted with nature scenes, mountains, springs, flowers and animals such as deer, rabbits and even some Mystics. On the dance floor part of the ballroom the design was that of constellations with crescent moons and suns alternating, starting with a moon, then some empty space with constellations and stars, then a sun, then more empty space, a moon and such forth. The border of the dance floor was a dark mahogany marble accenting the center design beautifully and under the awnings where a second floor with many open arches that were closed with thick red curtains was. The second floor was open in the middle so that one on the second floor could see the dance floor below. It was wonderful and there were beautiful while marble columns on the side, adding to the room a more ancient and traditional feel. Galliano was so kind as to let me wander as he sketched out, and sometimes crossed out, possible positions of the band and the other members. Once I was done I helped Galliano and then it was off to tell the band that we had to start practicing in order to keep up with The Procession.

*Aislinn's Journal*

The ball was fast approaching and before we knew it the day had arrived and the festivities began. It was by far the largest party I have ever been to, let alone seen. If I had thought that the Christmas Gala back in Lima was enormous then this ball was so enormous that there was no word yet invented to describe it. It was as if people from all around the world flocked to come to this great party. The schedule of that night was as follows: Arrive, mingle and perhaps dance for a bit, eat dinner, dance some more, then the competition and finally, ending the night more dancing and more options for food to be handed out. The order the bands were supposed to go where as such: Llegenda, Domina Musicorum, The Aura of Music, Una Cançó, The Procession, with us at the very end. As the time for the competition slowly approached, more people tried with much effort to crowd down onto the first floor or on the stairs to try to get the best view of the bands from the stage that was positioned in the center of the far left wall under the walkway of the second floor. There was, remarkably, enough room once everyone was positioned. The only beings that were on the second floor were the Gods and Lady Brooke. They stood on the opposite end of the room, looking down onto the people and having only half of the stage in view to them but it was far better than being crammed together downstairs.

The competition began and both Llegenda and Domina Musicorum did really well. The Aura of Music seemed to be extremely nervous and did not do as well as they probably could have. Una Cançó also did well, not as well as Llegenda did but did exceptionally better than Domina Musicorum. One of their downfalls (that of Domina Musicorum) were that since there were no males, parts of the song that should have been deeper could not be reached but it was a very amiable try. Then came The Procession, and they were as good as they were perceived to be. The only problem was that they stole our songs. In the competition we were supposed to have two songs chosen with one as an alternate in case one song was taken. It was a general rule to tell the other bands the songs you have chosen to give a fair warning but it is never done in fear that something like this might happen. In an event that both songs were taken and the band only had one song to sing then so be it, but in cases where all three songs were out, they were automatically eliminated since these sorts of things are never extended to another day, it would be a case of favoritism. We were thankful that they could only steal two songs and that our alternate was spared from the other bands because it was so old, but only having one song lessened our chances of winning since a maximum of twenty points are awarded for each song and whoever receives the most points win, having two songs naturally increasing the chance to win. Of course at the time we did not know the songs were stolen, though we did have our suspicions. We found out later but if I were to tell you now it would ruin the suspense of the competition so it can wait.

It was time for us to go on and Galliano was thinking furiously to see if perhaps we can sing a second song from our past together as a band but his mind was so clouded with his anger towards Jesse and the fact that our main songs were used by The Procession.

"Let's just sing our alternate first. Hopefully while I play I have an idea." Galliano stated as we took our positions.

The introduction to our alternate song began and I waited patiently for the first verse, my backup singers (Roslyn and Clarisse)on either side of me, waiting for their part in the third verse. I then began to sing in my native Mystic tongue.

Qui c'e il buio fuori di me
ed anche un po dentro di me...
che assurdita questa citta
senza persone!

Io non so spiegar neanche come
ma non e questa la mia dimensione,
e la mia mente non e mai in pace,
e sempre altrove.

My backup singers started to join me in the middle of the third voice, echoing the lyrics.

Tu dove sei? La tua voce dov'e?
Senza di te, senza il tuo aiuto
che sara di me?

Tutto sembrera migliore
alla luce che verra dal sole!
Questa notte passera,
il buio che c'e si dissolvera!

Si vedranno le colline,
io continuero a cercare te.

It was at this moment that I once again had a solo.

Via da questa malinconia,
invidia o rabbia che sia.
Qui nel mio cuore
non voglio piu queste parole.

Tu dove sei? Il tuo sorriso dov'e?
Senza di te, senza il tuo amore
che sara di me?

Then once more Roslyn and Clarisse joined me in singing.

Tutto sembrera migliore
alla luce che verra dal sole!
Questa notte passera,
il buio che c'e si dissolvera!

E alla luce di quel sole
Io continuero a cercare te.

While I held the 'te' the whole band sung as I soon joined them by 'alla luce, al sole'.

Tutto sembrera migliore,
alla luce, al sole.
Il silenzio morira,
la gente che c'e si confondera.

E alla luce di uell sole
Io continuero a cercare te.

I held the final note as the music came to a climatic stop. The ballroom erupted in applause and we all took a bow, once then twice, before looking back to Galliano on the piano. He had a hand to his mouth in thought. He looked nervous, his eyes glancing down at the keys on his piano. I looked back towards the crowd and saw Jesse with his band snickering at our dilemma. I felt enraged and turned back only to see that there was a band meeting going on without me. I moved to join them but they broke apart, they all having a smile on their face except for Jared who had a gloom look on his face. Galliano looked at me then.

"Be ready Aislinn." He told me. I was confused. But before I could ask he started to play a song I did not recognize. It was a short piano solo before he was joined by the violins. I was starting to become embarrassed, for I did not even recognize the song nor knew the words to it. But then, to my very good surprise, Galliano behind me started to sing, almost tentatively at first, since he was (supposedly) a bad singer (later he told me that when he found that I could sing well, he wanted to serenade me so he took lessons to learn how to sing better).

Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice and suddenly
I'm falling, lost in a dream.
Like the echoes of our souls are meeting,
You say those words and my heart stops beating.
I wonder what it means.

He stood from the piano then and Jared remarkably took his spot at the piano. He walked to me and took my hands in his, singing at me.

What could it be that comes over me?
At times I can't move.
At times I can hardly breathe.

He then bowed to me and I curtsied before he slowly started to lead me down from the stage and onto the floor. The crowd parted much like biblical seas as we started to make our way towards the dance floor.

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment, there's no one else alive

As we stood in the middle of the dance floor upon a sun, we got into our dancing positions and soon started to sway to the music. Faintly, in the back of my head, I noticed that people were starting to give us the whole dance floor, most of them retreating upstairs for room. We began with a waltz, when the song was smooth and slow and then Galliano sung the lyric 'There are times I swear I can fly' that he just had to spin.

You're the one I've always thought of.
I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love.
You're where I belong.
And when you're with me if I close my eyes,
There are times I swear I feel like I can fly
For a moment in time.
Somewhere between the Heavens and Earth,
and frozen in time, oh when you say those words.

We then switched to a form half like tango and half like a waltz, moving quickly and fluidly with quick steps that hardly touched the floor before being lifted up once more. He started to spin me more as he sung, becoming more daring whilst trying to keep his breath. I believe it was at this moment that I had slowly lost the distinctive features of the crowds surrounding us.

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment, there's no one else alive

There was then a small moment where the song slowed and he pulled me close to him, spinning us gently in place as he sung before spinning me around him while also turning me. I started to feel so dizzy.

And this journey that we're on.
How far we've come and I celebrate every moment.
And when you say you love me,
that's all you have to say.
I'll always feel this way.

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
In that moment, I know why I'm alive

As the song started to end he pulled me close to him again, singing softly towards me yet just loud enough for the people around to hear at the same time. He looked deep into my eyes as he sung the last lines of the song. At that moment the crowds started to disappear, and I had a feeling the same was happening for him.

When you say you love me.
When you say you love me.
Do you know how I love you?

Then he kissed me and the whole world just disappeared. It was gone in an instant. The ball, the castle, the world. It was my first kiss, not only with Galliano, but with anyone, and in that small touch of our lips I just knew that Galliano was always meant to be with me, and I was always meant to be his. This was far long decided even before that fateful day when our eyes locked when we were children. I, at that moment, finally learned what it was to know almost instantly of one's true love like mentioned in stories and songs. But this was far more than true love, this love that had grown between us was the love that could not be beat, and could have never be replaced. This was the love of a lifetime.

Then came an obstreperous that had pulled us back into reality. We broke apart with a sharp pull and my heart was beating loudly as I tried in vain to gain enough air to finally breath properly. From what I saw Galliano too was having the same problem. We did not move but the whole room seemed to. Before long we found out that we have won the competition. After losing Jesse came up to us and told us that he would resign, as betted, and admitted to us that while we practiced that he and his band mates have overheard and deliberately stolen our songs. When we told out band they wanted to report it to the officials but Galliano and I allowed it to pass since the resignation of their leader seemed to be a fit enough punishment for their crimes. Afterwards, The Procession went to a few more competitions, losing terribly not only from lack of confidence but from not cheating any more. The Procession soon after dissipated.

*Aislinn's Journal*

Months after the competition, Galliano and I had gotten married and shortly after I found that I was pregnant. I tried to send word to my parents, only to find out that they had died a long time ago from a natural disaster in the woods. I was sadden by their death but Galliano helped me through it. But it had seemed that our new happiness and life together would soon be forever torn apart and ruined.

Weeks after I had found out I was pregnant, Kieron's jealously had seemed to increase tenfold. Not only had he tried to convince Shimshon to leave Lady Brooke as he always had, but then he started challenge his brother by bringing darkness throughout the land. This had worked at first, in bringing Shimshon away from Brooke, but it was not enough. Kieron started to let his very own darkness rule him as he started to plan out her death. He planned out many methods on how to kill her, at first all of them trying to take the blame away from him and make it look more like an accident. Then when these attempts were failing because of Lady Brooke's awesome protectors and not to mention the God of Light himself, the God of Darkness simply did not care if people knew he had killed his brother's mate and wife. These attempts were getting closer and closer to Brooke losing her life. It was then just days before I would have given birth that Kieron had crossed the line. He kidnapped Lady Brooke and started to slit her wrists, arms, legs, and her whole body, in hopes that she would simply loose enough blood to die. Shimshon became outraged and started to fight his brother, first with words and then physically. But it did not get disastrously until a few nights later when it was storming horribly.

From above the castle the Gods turned into their true forms, two giant birds; Shimshon a dove and Kieron a raven. I was at home when their battle started to spread to the Mystics and even the humans down below. Within an hour the fight between the two Gods started an all out war as the two sides over dominated neutral humans. Galliano rushed to the house to retrieve me since he was at another's house teaching when the war began. We weaved through the fighting hoards, Galliano, our servants (if you do not remember their names were James, Kali and Elizabeth) and myself, towards the woods, a place we thought would be safe. When we entered the woods I keeled over in pain, the baby was coming.

"No!" I screamed and cried. "Not yet little one! Please!" I begged my unborn child. Galliano quickly went to my side and tried to move me into his arms but it seemed that the war had even affected my baby and being inside my womb was suffocating it. There was no way it would have stayed inside me. What scared me was not only was I to give birth at the onset of a war but that the baby was a whole month premature.

"Move Galliano!" Kali said gently pushing him out of the way. "Elizabeth, remove her dress!"

I screamed as the pains of birth were quickly approaching. James quickly forced Galliano away though they did not move far as from what I could have seen. I screamed into the night, the rain falling into my mouth and chocking me. Someone removed my glasses that I was using and soon the heavy fabric of my dress was torn off, my belly in full growth naked to the cold and wet atmosphere.

"No!" I cried, refusing to grant my baby the freedom it so desired. Elizabeth stopped me.

"Aislinn! The baby needs to come out! It's already crowning!"

"No! Not like this! Not now!" I repeated brokenly but the natural instincts of giving birth overcame my want to keep my baby inside me. Within a few rushed moments the crying sounds of my baby girl were heard throughout the night. I was panting heavily. The birth alone was not difficult but with the strain of the night my body could not recuperate. As I rested someone, I'm not quite sure, not only could I not see well without my glasses and with rain in my eyes, but I was extremely exhausted, handed me my baby and I held her in my arms. "Hi…" I coed softly. The familiar touch of Galliano's hand on my shoulder comforted me as he took a closer look at his child. "Hi…" I laughed almost insanely. "You could not have picked a worse time little one."

I heard ripping sounds and soon someone took my baby away from me, I was reluctant to let go, but I quickly got her back but now she was fully clean (the rain helped), her umbilical cord was cut and she was bundled up in shards of my dress.

"Let her rest." James said slowly, he sounded nervous. "We should be safe in here… I hope."

But of course we would not be safe. Humans that used to be neutral had turned against the Mystics, seeing the cause of the war completely on the Mystics' fault since it was our Gods that were warring first, were combing the forest and killing Mystics blindly or capturing them. Galliano heard them first and quickly gathered my naked body in his arms (forgetting my glasses discarded in the leaves), not bothering at all to warn his servants. As he collected me humans came out and killed the three humans but Galliano did not stick around. He rushed deeper into the woods carrying both me and our child. I felt his chest rumble as he growled. He jumped up and carefully positioned me in a tree.

He started to speak quickly at me. "Aislinn, I'll be right back. I'm going to find a safe place a clear a path. Just stay quiet and make sure she does as well." I nodded. At that moment my daughter was suckling me softly. He kissed me and kissed the top of her head, she reacting to the kiss as if it startled her but did not stop suckling.

Before I knew it he jumped off the tree and shifted to the dragon that had saved me before from Jared. I closed my eyes and felt such love for Galliano and also stupidity for I could not tell that was him for you see we did not tell each other our spirit animals. It isn't something we shifters really do. It is something we keep to ourselves, one of the few things we have the option to reveal in our lives. Galliano rushed off into the darkness to fight. The rain was still pouring and above thunder and lightning struck, revealing fragments of the fight in the skies every once in a while. When Galliano returned he was a human again and by that time I was able to walk quickly alongside him. We were moving so quickly, and because everything just started, we weren't being careful of traps. Before I knew it Galliano screamed loudly in my ear and my baby awoke from her slumber to start screeching along with her father.

A large metal set of jaws clamped on his torso. I wondered faintly why I was not taken into its iron jaws as well until I realized, he had pushed us ahead when he heard the clamp click. Dragons had such perfect hearing. I started to cry as I fell to my knees and stared brokenly at Galliano as he started to die. We said no words verbally but he told me to go, to save myself as tears fell from his eyes and mixed with the rain. I faintly could see through my bad eyesight that one side of the jaws had actually started to slowly become shorter and shorter, effortlessly starting to pull Galliano's body apart. I did not want to leave him, but through the trees I could see the faint light of torches. I moved over and placed a rough kiss on his lips which he returned desperately. Our tears mixed together and I broke away, turned and ran without glancing back for I knew that if I did, I would never have left.

I ran, tripping every which way I went for not only could I not see as I keep on saying but I was still extremely tired and now emotionally destroyed. Our child was crying and I tried to shush her. I stopped and glanced back to see torches flickering in the rain. They were following me. I ran again, running straight into a river that was usually calm but because of the rain it was raging angrily. I jumped in and the water was slowly dragging me down the stream. I knew that a flood was to come, with all this rain, there was no other alternative. As I clambered out a light shone above me followed by a cry from one of the Gods. I looked up. Light was flashing within dark clouds and I could faintly see the formation of the two Gods as they faced each other and cried at each other in anger, jealously and betrayal. The ground even shook from their cries.

Then a twig snapped and without a second thought I started to run yet again. The fight was happening right above her and as their big wings flapped the wind created rushed down to the earth acting as tornados. A strong wind deroot a tree and I felt it first more than saw it crash into me. I fell and my baby flew from my hands. I panicked even more. I got up and searched frantically for her. I spotted her, crying in the middle of a small clearing. I rushed to her but a dark figure intercepted me, startling me causing me to fall to the ground. I tried to desperately move around the human but I couldn't. Light flashed above and I could see the anger and hate in the human's eyes.

I could not tell if the light was from the lightening or if it was from Shimshon. I could not focus on that, nor shouldn't I. The human before her started to get closer to her, bending to reach her. I couldn't move. I was frozen with fear and panic. I looked behind him to see another human grab hold of my newborn. I wanted to move but I couldn't. I could not find the strength to. He got closer and closer and at that moment I just did not care anymore. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be taken into custody.