Zain was still yet to tell Zelta what had become of her mother.
"Talk to me Zain, what did he say about her, where is she!?" yelled Zelta.
"She's gone Zelta, I'm so sorry," answered Zain at last.
"Wait, what do you mean she's gone?" asked Zelta.
She has been trying to stay positive ever since, trying to convince herself that nothing bad has transpired, and trying to avoid negative sentiments from obscuring her mind, but right now she began to doubt herself, to lose hope.
" She's dead," answered Zain in tears.
"No, no, no, you're joking with me aren't you?" asked Zelta in great shock and disbelief. She just couldn't accept her fate, not now.
" Tell me you're joking with me, please tell me you're just kidding," pleaded Zelta.
Right now her heart was beating faster and harder than it should. She put both of her hands behind her head, walking to and fro around the chamber.
"I would never lie to you Zelta, you know that," answered Zain.
