"There goes my plan," Seth said as he looked at his blood-covered palm, proceeded to flick the blood off it, and then turn to the woman beside him.
Other than her black hair and eyes, big tummy, and blue gown, Seth really couldn't say anything else about the woman, given that she was covered in mud and soothe.
Seth's eyes moved to the black-haired child peeking out from behind the woman, but before he could observe anything more of the boy, the woman moved in front of him, covering his figure with her body, her arms spread apart, though her trembling eyes spoke of the fear she felt as she stared at him.
" lästige Probleme des Lebens " the woman said, words which Seth couldn't completely understand, but then all of a sudden, the woman's murmurings to him turned to a scream.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!