Coincidence? She echoed softly. Anann shook her head slowly. No, she did not think he would ever fully understand what she was..no, had been. She knew he meant well, but the words were of no comfort. And she did not want to explain. It all sounded so ludicrous, generation after generation it was always the golden hued child. The mirror image of her mother and always the last to be born. So many believed, hundreds, and that was what had made her so valuable to him. Like he said, it was her or the child. Only one was needed.
Her mind was growing dark. Hopeless. She wanted to scoff as he began to speak of a god though he also did not know that her bloodline was also considered divine. But it was the words that followed that truly caught her attention and brought some change to the woman that seemed to be helplessly falling into the pit of despair. She looked towards him, though still avoiding eye contact. Them? What do you care about them?
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