“Now, why are you here?” She almost spit at me, making it only easier for me to act and get this over with.
Somewhere deep down, I was curious to see the woman who had carried me in her womb for nine months. I honestly didn’t know how I would react if she would have started to cry, once she would have seen me, when she would have fallen on her knees and would have started to beg for my forgiveness. But fortunately, none of that happened. This woman didn’t know love or guilt in any way or form. She had carried two children to carry out her own evil plans, to sell one of them just to gain more power, before she could get another child, taking that child’s powers and carry them as her own, while keeping the vessel, to raise it so it would be able to do everything she was dictated to do by he
