The air was filled with the smell of blood. On the distance, metals sounds announced that a battle was ongoing no too far away. Covered in flames stood a majestic castle with two beautiful towers reaching for the sky. Inside the east tower resided a woman of brunette curly hair, crying without consolation. On her back, deep sword’s cuts could be noticed to be fresh since blood was still falling to the other parts of her thin body. Sleeping quietly, a small baby rested on that woman arms. Feeling how her legs were trembling, announcing her that soon it would send her right to the floor, she tried to walk and stood correctly. The pain made her body crumble, yet she managed to reach the crib from where she took a white sheet. Covering the small body of the baby on her arms, she slowly started to walk outside the tower.

Descending from the caracole stair, the breath of the woman became more and more faltered. Her pale skin begun to get covered on several layers of a thick sweat. And her sight was as blurry as a morning fog. Trying to maintain her pace, she supported herself on the cold wall. Even if she was trying her hardest to accomplish whatever was going on her mind, fear was showing every single time that the swords could be heard crashing in several strokes.

Finally reaching the castle’s first floor the woman let out a big breath, some tears became visible on her sapphire eyes. Looking around, the woman noticed how some flames where approaching that side of the palace. Coughing, the woman walked to a gold armor standing with a sword placed as a cane. Almost losing all her strength, she pushed the sword top to the left. Immediately, the armor moved to the side, letting distinguish an open door that conducted into a dark passage. Without thinking, the woman stepped inside the secret passage, like knowing every part of that hidden place.

Few steps inside the passage, the legs of the woman sent her to the cold and humid floor. Sitting in the dark, her way of breathing could tell that she was trying to cry in silence. Even feeling terrible, once more that woman stood up while checking the baby’s face. Letting out a sigh, the woman continues walking down the path until a far light became more visible. Trying to fasten her pace, she achieved to lost her breath making her cough. As she looked back to her hand, her nerves got shocked by seeing how she had spilled blood from her mouth.

Maybe that gave her the last strength she needed, because trembling like a leaf on the autumn’s wind, she continued walking decided to reach the end. After long minutes that looked like years, she finally stepped outside the passage. It was a dark night illuminated only by a white full moon. On the night shadows, a house in blue tones stood crossing the street in which she was standing. A small smile appeared on her devastated face.

Crossing cautiously the street, the woman stepped up on the few rungs and continue to the white bone door with glass decorations that let saw if the lights were on or off. Pushing the bell several times she was still smiling warmly, like happiness was waiting on the other side of that wooden door. Closing her eyes, she heard some steps that hurriedly were approaching to the door. When she opened her tearful eyes, she noticed that lights were lighting up the inside of the house.

A young man was laying on his bed. It was past midnight, however it looked like sleepiness have gone to another place. Putting his arm over his gray eyes, the man tried to made it into sleep. Yet, voices and images appeared in front of him. He stood up outside the bed realizing that he wouldn’t be able to take a proper rest that night neither. Suddenly, the doorbell started to rang continuously. His heart skipped a beat while ideas aroused to his mind. Running stairs down he almost tripped over to the floor, but managed to jump to the first floor where was the door. Then he turned on the living room lights and walked to the door

Losing his breath, he stood in front of the door wondering what to do. Once the bell stopped ringing, he put his hand on the doorknob and opened as fast as he could. Although, the couch looked as empty as the inside of his house. He almost closed the door, but looking at the doorbell noticed a substantial quantity of blood that was staining the glass. His skin became pale with the sight. Trying to find the person who leave those marks he looked around from the door, noticing that a small baby was resting on the doorsteps. Terrified, the man picked up the baby from the floor and hold it like it would broke.

Stepping outside of his house, with bare feet he walked on his porch. More blood was spilled through the floor. The quantity was that much that made him shiver thinking of the person who had the wound from which all those blood came. Gazing up to a concrete wall that stood tall crossing the street he thought that he has saw the silhouette of someone gazing back at him. However, the baby started crying and his attention dropped to his arm where that small creature was opening her mouth crying out loud.

The man decided to walk inside the house, but before closing the door he gave a last look to that place, where the moon was lighting up. Even when there was no one standing crossing the street, he already knows who was the only person who could have leave a baby for him to took care of it. The only person who could have trusted him in the whole world. That was the person who gave him the responsibility of taking care of that small creature he was carrying on his arms.

Next Chapter: Chapter 2