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Chapter 114 – The Final Choice

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 16:59:03

Sonia’s Point of View

The light lifts me again.

I expect warmth—hope, even—but it drops me into cold reality. The sky above is gray, heavy with clouds that threaten to crush the earth. The wind howls low and mournful, like the world is grieving before I even understand what’s coming.

Before me is the field again.

The lake still ripples violently to my right, and in it, the same two children flail in the icy water. Their cries pierce the wind, frantic and desperate.

To my left, the carriage burns again—but this time, someone else is trapped inside.

My mother.

I know it’s her instantly. Not the vague silhouette from dreams or visions—but her. Her eyes wide in fear, her hands banging on the carriage window. Flames lick the wooden edges, growing higher. The smoke thickens.

My stomach lurches.

“No.”

I stagger back, my heart slamming against my ribs. This can’t be happening. Not again.

They brought me back here to choose. But this time, the cruelty is worse.

The children. Or my
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