• Her screams, pleading, begging, went unheard. Her tears rolled down her face, her child cried. Gutwrenching, heartwrenching. She tried to soothe her baby boy, but he would not be comforted. A guard came in, rifle in hand. She yelled at him, though he could not understand. From the Germany he did not know her English. He went to grab her baby, she protected him. The child was the only thing holding her to sanity. Scruffs on the floor, her screaming, the baby yelling. Gunshots rang out, She had blood pouring from her stomach as she cried. He had her baby. His baby, Lucas's baby. She gathered up all her strength and lunged at him. His body of steel, crashing with her willowy, weakened figure. Her hands clawed his, trying to get her baby free. She screamed silently in her head. Praying, hoping. Suddenly a glowing blue light got both of their attentions. From the rusty, steel cell bars came the pretty light. A woman, no girl, walked through it. She wore a blue gown, satin or silk, and had no shoes on but had sapphire anklets on. She wore sleeves, but they weren't attached to her gown. Her luxurious blonde hair flowed down half her back, she smiled. Her eyes dazzeled the guard, paralyzing him. She walked in and got the child from his hands. She was dismayed at the bruises on his little body. He shivered slightly, being only in some rags. The mother watched the girl with amazment and with sorrow. "Take my babe" she sobbed. The girl nodded as if in understanding, her eyes showed the pain that this was causing her. She broke the silence as she turned and ran, fleeing from this hell. The baby screamed as the bond between his mother and him was broken. The trance was over and the girl heard the guards chasing her. She smiled but it wavered as she heard the woman's screams. The girl didn't cry, didn't do anything. Boots sounded behind her as she ran. A cliff. They thought they had her cornered, she smiled and with them watching jumped and flew. Her entrancing white wings soaring. The guards stopped dead in their tracks.
    The girl flew, for days, fatigue weakening her. She faltered alot and soon was at her meeting point with a guy. He was sitting on a tree branch. She swooped down next to him. Her breathing raged, his worried look didn't register in her mind. He quickly grabbed her and the boy just as she was about to fall. Her eyes were closing, she tried to force them open. He held her and jumped. Dark, ebony wings spread. He flapped them, for the weight was almost an unbearing agony.