Under the dark cover of the night, I went. With a quick pace, but still not running.

I had no real recollection how I went, or how long it took.

Now I’m no longer me, but part of the whole again. That what is the force, from which the different personas get their independent self.

Only for a small time called life though, then they come back to the whole. Like I did.

And now my persona gets slowly torn apart, my emotions, creativity and memories all becoming part of the whole and enriching it. Taking it nearer to the truth.

At the same time a new persona gets made from the whole, with a new mission. It is not clearly defined, only roughly shaped so that it will bring back the information that the whole needs.

The new persona then departs, on it’s way to enter a newly created body.

The future of a being will be heavily influenced, by the time that it gets constructed inside its mothers womb. If the mother takes any narcotic like drugs, the child will take a part of that burden. If the mother suffers from stress, the child will try to ease that stress for the mother.

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This new child had to do both, and at the same time construct itself while not getting enough nutrients from the mother.

Still, after nine months of carrying it got born. And for the first time for quite a while something went without any problems. The mother did not get to rest though, as she had to continue her escape.

Still running from them, those who killed the father of her child. Those who killed her husband. He was able to keep them occupied long enough so she could flee, otherwise she would have died at the same time as him. Nine months ago, at the night that they married.

Although she used her families sacred treasures, she was not able to get away from them. They were always able to keep up, and find her again, and again and again.

After another week of fleeing she had to come to an halt, there was no room to flee anymore. They had her surrounded. In front of her only the tyrannical ocean, where even ships built from sacred materials will sink when they get too far away from the coast. For the first time since it’s birth, she had the time to enjoy the beauty of her child.

She readied herself for her last stand, her child laying behind her. Slowly her persecutors crouched up on her, carefully reading her every smallest move. They knew she was deadly, especially so when she had nowhere to run anymore.

At that moment without any beforehand warning, a woman turned up in the midst of her enemies. With only one wink of her hand, they all lay on the ground, heads cleanly sliced off from their bodies. She gave the mother a loving smile and with a voice as clear as the heavenly bells she spoke: “You have only one option now dear, and that is for you two to come with me, and become part of my family.”

She nodded, then drifting into unconsciousness. The wounds, the narcotics, the recent birth and all the other stuff she had to go through suddenly washing over her.