Chapter 8

Seranda’s pov.

Everything was happening so slowly. I could see everything displayed before my eyes. I knew it was either I was dreaming or I was dead, I could no longer feel my body, and everything started all over again. The fog from the forest cleared and I saw where I was standing and it was the same as always. The beautiful mansion I grew up in, my mother and father smiling happily.

I could see the love they had for each other in their eyes, if only they looked at me in the same way then just maybe I would never have ended up on the cold table ready to be devoured by my brother, my mother turned and I could see she was heavily pregnant. I walked up ahead and they did not notice my presence, it was like I never existed, like I was a ghost or something like that.

‘’What would you want to name her?”’ my mother asked my father as he caressed her stomach tenderly. He looked at her with a cute smile. ‘’Seranda, she is the keeper of Zeranda and it is only right we name her after him”