Four Months Later
Four months since the futurist told us our fate, the fate of our children. Our fate had been determined. We would be attacked but we could save ourselves, our children, our daughter and son separated. Our daughter would live to go on without us. A single tear streamed down my face. Our family split and broken apart. Our daughter would go on in the world, to be unknown amongst who should find her.
I overlooked the field out in front of me, the underground tunnels were being reopened. This plan was going to work, it had to work. Gracie was standing by my side suddenly, I hadn't noticed her presence as I was lost in my own thoughts.
"Anna, we have volunteers to take your place and Rykers place. The witch should be arriving in a few weeks to make preparations."
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