"Theia?" Phobos calls me out in confusion as I open the small gate and wander inside towards it. There are already a few bulky males seated on tree stumps chattering among themselves with laughter and joke. They overlook my presence when I enter too engrossed in their conversations and I do not pay them much heed as I am here for this bucket that somehow calls me to it.
When I take a cautious peek inside my breath is instantly caught in my throat my lungs do not give way to air and I battle to breathe. A shrill ear-splitting outcry tears past my mouth tears of loss and mourning gushing down my cheeks as I collapse to the ground clamping my tremoring palm over my lips striving to muffle my howls of agony.
The males who were seated now rise from the stumps and stare at me in shock baffled by the anguish and sorrow I reveal to them. Who did this? Why?
