Qeya River a dollar for your future... a dollar for your fate.

"Is it your child that is frightened, or is it you?" Ignorance was bliss, and the two in front of her clearly indulged in it. Oh, He would come for them all. He'd come for everyone, and there was nothing one could do but stay one step ahead. One step. She let out a harrowing cackle, one that echoed through the trees and shook the birds to their very core. Isra locked eyes with the woman, emerald staring into hickory.

"He never closes a door without openin' another. Sometimes that door leads to a pit." Isra had no more words to offer, and so she gave the bold pup a crocodile smile, before turning away in an indifferent fashion. She'd follow the river back downstream, always staying one step ahead of Him. Just one.

last from me!