Neverwinter Forest and mouth like a pomegranate

 

end?

They were so small and so innocent, just as all had begun.

"Remain free," she whispered, "thoust joy to thy' world, and to thee Summerlands, bring us peace."

They knew not of the brightness, as their eyes remained close and oblivious. Sounds and smell limited, only a primal hunger, seeking out her belly for the soothing drink of mother's milk. Miriam always knew, there would be a day she would be an Amma, but not so young, and without a husband to be.

She worried, to properly care. To bring them to the light, and not the darkness that tempted her so, and brought them to the world. 

Was he, of darkness too?

Should she, be wary..?

Thoughts of a disarrayed mind, but she knew above all else- despite the madness of thoughts. They needed to be protected.