Trigger warning - I can't even say it is gore, but it gets... oh well.
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The dungeon gates were thrown open and the unfortunate prisoners, chosen.
Amongst them was a baby fresh out of his mother's womb, still bathed in blood, his newborn cries filling the dead night and the stinky dungeon.
Weak, and forced down with after-birth pains, his mother begged for the King's witch to take her instead.
Her blind silver eyes sent chills down the new mother's spine, the red slightly glowing light on her forehead, terrifying. The witch towered over her and if it wasn't that she valued her baby's life more than her own, she would have surrendered to defeat, scurrying away, despite the pain she was feeling.
Her long fingers trailed down the side of her face, her long red polished nails digging lightly against her dirty, sweaty, and tear-stained skin, as she gave her a blinding smile.
"Save him if you can."
The mother's eyes flickered to her baby in the witch's grip.
