She was still bleeding profusely, she was in pain and her head was still swirling with thoughts. She could neither stand up nor help herself, she could only scream for help, wishing someone would find her.
She kept praying and mumbling to herself that her child should be safe.
"Please dear moon goodness, please keep my dear child safe, even if I am the one who dies, keep my child alive," she prayed.
She kept groaning and wining in pain, she was in great pains.
Dora was whistling, skipping through the woods to no particular direction. She was quite happy that morning until she heard someone cry.
She stopped and listened more carefully, it sounded like someone needed help.
"She must be in trouble," she gasped and ran in the direction she had heard the lady's voice.
Nyx was now sitting on the pool of her blood, crying.
Dora gasped and rushed towards her, "Oh my goodness, are you alright?"
