The heels of her shoes were hitting the floor, making a rhythmic beat that gave off a bad vibe. She got to where I was and crouched down to my level."Huh, poor baby" she said in a cry-like voice, as she shook her head in self-pity and patted my head, then she whispered "Shh, don't cry, it will soon be over," still gently patting my head. She brought out a small shiny silver knife that I hadn't noticed that she had been holding for a while. "Clara, please stop whatever you are planning to do," I pleaded in fear and looked at her in horror as I tried to process what she intended to do with the knife. "My, my, my, someone is scared. Don't worry, I won't be too hard on you," She coaxed me and laughed like a maniac when she saw the horrible expression on my face. "Please, for the sake of our friendship, please stop," I pleaded with her. "Shut! Shut the fuck up!" She punched me in the face till her hand was colored with my blood. I was too weak to fight back as she slashed my stomach slowly and deeply, making a pathway for the blood to flow freely like a stream. "Honey, you don't have to stain your dress, Let the guards do this," Gabriel complained as he saw my blood pouring out of my stomach while I was screaming my heart out so that I was sure my voice would be heard from a hundred-meter radius. She dipped her hand forcefully into my stomach and brought out my under-formed fetus, then she used the knife to cut the placenta that connected me and my baby. I turned the other way, not daring to look at what her next move would be, but Clara had other plans. She turned my head back to her. "Watch how I completely kill the bastard you've been carrying for the past few months," She spat out with venom, lacing every word she said, looking beyond unrecognizable as she stabbed the head of the baby, repeatedly without mercy, while I looked on in pain and helplessness as my baby died tragically before me "Raven! Bring the rest now!" She ordered in her authoritative tone that she normally uses whenever she wants something done with immediate effect. What happened next?

A strong hum of energy and excitement could be felt. A festive celebration was held once every ten years called KIA in memory of their goddess, who was given the ultimate power, which was used in protecting and fighting for her people in her prime.    On this day, necromancers were forbidden to use their powers for even the slightest of things. Everything was to be done manually without the consequence of going against it, which was a painful death.   People were talking, flirting, kissing, and dancing to the Hospiko spilling out from the violoncello, harp, and lyre. The synergies made the tone expertly, and the athletes produced sweet melodies by performing on the aulos.   The KIA was a gathering that consisted of loads of food that was packed at respective places. Ninos were running around, and the teenagers were busy eyeballing one another.    Visitors get cornered by the papou, who welcomes them by presenting the person with a strip of cotton called "Hida.”   They treated the visitors with complete kindness, respect, and generosity. Hog roast grilling and cooking were slowly done under the moonlight of the midnight moon.    Suddenly, the galloping and whining of horses could be heard, and dust rose from the surface, disrupting the joyous celebration. The chariot of horses( Triga and Quadriga) was driven by the charioteers and swordsmen in armor, who were on the horses while holding their swords high above their heads.   The moon reflected through the swords, and shiny shadows glittered on the ground. Swinging and hitting of swords sounded in the once joyous and serene atmosphere.   “Protect the land of our birth.” Someone shouted in the large crowd.  The firing of poisonous arrows sent his victims to a slow death. The smell of burning grass huts, slitting throats with the aid of their swords, axes, and other killing weapons   Crises of children and shouts of women who were trying to protect and hide their children could be heard.  The shouts of men and youth defending their territory from the sudden turns of events and unprepared war shook the earth; blood split everywhere and flowed like a river.   “KYLIA Run! RUN!! RUN!!! And don't turn back; never let them get to you!” Leah shouted, trying to push her daughter away as she fought with one of the men, but her daughter kept holding onto her as she also tried to help her mother.