Letitia landed softly on the ground, and took the time to heal her wounds and repair the ripped folds of her dress before slowly walking over to her daughter, a little smile on her face as she drank in every ounce of fear, of misery and of helplessness before she stood before her. Such a weak little girl. Not a woman at all.
"You have only yourself to blame for this, little child," she whispered softly, and kicked Shera in the side of her face, turning her over onto her back as blood drew from her torn lips. Letitia only laughed as she drew her black blade, poising it over her daughter's heart. "Goodbye." She brought it down.
"You have only yourself to blame for this, little child," she whispered softly, and kicked Shera in the side of her face, turning her over onto her back as blood drew from her torn lips. Letitia only laughed as she drew her black blade, poising it over her daughter's heart. "Goodbye." She brought it down.