Daria's POVI could hear voices everywhere, as though underwater. "She's fading!" "The child, too!" "Silas, you gotta decide!" Choose? Choose what? My head was spinning since I attempted to open my eyes, but all was blurry. Shapes, weird shapes, swerved upon me--rags. Hands. Light flickering. I did not know what was going on. I simply felt acute, cutting pain hammering again and again through my stomach. I heard Silas scream, I will not choose! They are going to shoot you, said a witch of the younger generation, and to lose them both! My breath got stuck. It seemed as though my heart was squeezing. There was a time when I attempted to raise my hand, but it was not my hand. "Please..." My voice shook. "My baby... please save my baby..." I was leaned over by one of the witches. "Don't talk, child." I ignored her. "Save... her." Silas leaned over me and touched my hand. "Daria, no. Don't speak. You need your strength." I blinked hard. In and out of focus, his
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