Stab!
Edwin was tightly closing his eyes. He felt his sword piercing through something. But he was confused if he really did stab his mother or if he stabbed something else because he didn't even hear as much as a whimper from his mother.
He slowly opened his eyes fearing he wouldn't like what he would see.
He didn't like what he saw.
His heart ached to see his sword impaled in his mother's stomach.
Her ragged cloth was covered in blood. The blood was even overflowing and dripping down her body to make a pool beneath her. She was biting her finger to stop herself from making a sound. And tears were rolling down her closed eyes because of the pain.
Lillian had had much worse wounds than this. She had survived all those wounds and cuts. But for some reason, this particular stab hurt a lot to the point where she felt like simply giving in and accepting her death.
