THIRD PERSON POV
The sky darkens above the valley, clouds swirling like smoke as if the heavens themselves can sense the cruelty unfolding below. Octavia lies on the rocky ground, her body trembling with pain and exhaustion. Blood stains the dirt beneath her as she clutches her protruding belly, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
Tears stream down her face.
“Please Lora let me go… of at least let your grandbabies go,” she sobs, her voice raw and desperate. “Let me have them… just let me have my babies… I beg of you”
Her hands shake as she tries to brace herself against another contraction, her scream echoing through the cliffs. Each wave of pain comes faster, harder, sharper than the last. She’s too weak, her body failing her, but her spirit, her love for the children inside he
