16 A Mothers Secre (1/2)

Anna's return to the village filled the village with gratefulness. They all kowtow towards the hill and their guardian spirit. No one could believe this miracle they were sure Anna would die just yesterday and now she was walking down the hill by herself.

Franklin was the first to rush to his mom giving her a hug. Anna winced as her arm gave a shot of pain.

”Your arm is still hurt?” Franklin asked worriedly.

Smiling at the boy she patted his head with her good left arm. ”Don't worry, I'm sure it will be better soon.”

Arron walked over with a huge smile. ”I'm glad you're back with us.”

”Thanks,” She said with a nod and a slight smile.

As more were about to rush over Gregory stepped up. ”It's getting late and she was just healed. Let's at least give her a night to rest.”

Laurel still made to run over but was stopped by Mellisa who wouldn't let go of her hand. ”Now honey you heard Gregory. You can apologize tomorrow.” She said although in her heart she thought it was all that Arron's fault. It did no good to bring up a grievance now.

”But mother.” Laurel wines as she is dragged off.

”Let's go home,” Anna said to Franklin.

With that everyone dispersed returning to their hovels to rest for the night. Franklin worried the whole way back asking over and over whether she was alright. Arron also watching over them from a distance making sure they made it home.

”Stop fussing I've told you a hundred times that I'm perfectly healthy!” Anna scolded Franklin with a frown.

”I know but you were so hurt...” Franklin pouted looking at his feet shuffling on the floor.

Sighing she cupped the boys face with her left hand. ”I know you're worried, But I can tell you haven't slept well and you've been crying. Let your eyes rest and go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning just like always.”

The boy hesitated but then slowly nodded his head and went to his makeshift bed. Though he didn't want to his eyes couldn't seem to stay open a moment longer. Anna watched as the boy fell asleep. Franklin's forehead kept creasing showing he was still worrying in his dreams.

Anna began to shift his hair gently caressing the boy with love. Soon however when her son was asleep her eyes burned fiery with passion. Her face contorted with hate as she began to sing a strange lullaby.

”Hold, hold, ye sons and daughters, though the lines have shattered n' despair abound.

Why must thy slumber for traitors and bastards whilst your decedents are battered and broken?

Fight, fight, all you descendants though the war horns fall silent n' destinies broken.

Why must thy slumber for traitors and bastards whilst your decedents are scattered and lost?

Charge, charge, filial warriors though your stamina exhausted n' no allies are found.

Why must thy slumber for traitors and bastards whilst your decedents are crying and wailing?