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every quote or motivational speaker failed in front of her one true desire of dieing because she gave upon her living. I did right or wrong I don't know, but I fed her poisonous food with my own hands which she ate happily, I literally cried in my mind with every bite I feed her and she cried really but she said they were her happy tears. And that was the last forehead kiss I gave her, before she got lost into oblivion. Flashback ended.

Sipho murmured, voice low and threading into their minds, “that one of you must be marked. One of you… will carry the Hunger forward. And one… may replace me if I falter.” The eldest child trembled, clutching the scarred arm, voice shaking. “We… we don’t understand. You can’t just—” “You already are part of it,” Sipho whispered, stepping closer. Shadows writhed at his fingertips, brushing the edges of the clearing, brushing the edges of their minds. “Every choice you make… every defiance… every hesitation… has consequences. Every scar, every pain, every surrender is remembered by the Hunger.” The middle child stepped forward, chest heaving, fists clenched. “We will not be sacrificed! We will

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.

Even I can tell that I’m slower than I was this morning. “You have to fight like your life depends on it, girl,” the Pitmaster says, distain in her voice. “Because it does.” She stared at me fiercely a moment, a gaze I tried to mimic and return. Seeing that, she sighed. “Look around you. Every person in here would take your life in an instant without question.”

she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. Julian raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like you can’t even serve yourself a meal,” she shot back. “Is this how you’ve been since childhood? Always needing someone to wait on you hand and foot?” Her words seemed to hit a nerve. Julian’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, a shadow of something unreadable crossed his face. Memories flickered in his mind—of nights spent scrounging for scraps, of his grandmother going hungry so he could eat, of a boy too young to carry the weight of survival on his shoulders.

I had no one. As this thought hits, images of the past begin to emerge. Memories of the good times with Eliana, with Alexandria, and even the beginning of the bond I was starting to form with my brother. No, I couldn’t accept that I was worthless and that I had nothing to live for. I had to ignore the voice that was saying that again and again, but it was so fucking hard when everything in me screamed to give up. "Zane." Eyes widening, I turn to find Eliana slowly rising and then making her way toward me while Nol and Alexandria attempt to keep a hold on me.

I whispered, my words trembling with conviction, “I’ll make sure you choke on your own tongue before you ever laugh at me again. I’ll make your death so twisted, it’ll become a mystery whispered through generations. An eternity of dread every time they speak your name.” The guard only spat on the floor, unfazed. “Big words for a rat in a cage.” I smiled through the tears burning down my cheeks, a smile as sharp as shattered glass. “Cages don’t last forever. But fear does.” His silence this time told me he had heard, even if he pretended not to. I sank back against the wall, my chest heaving, my hands still trembling. The food lay rotting on the ground, but I didn’t care. Hunger could tear me

he promised. As the battle raged on, Zuri’s mind flashed back to a memory from her early days—a time when she had been forced to flee from those who wished to control her destiny. In a dim, rain-soaked alley of her past, she had fought with all her might just to survive. The echoes of that desperate fight now spurred her on. “I will not be defined by the shadows of my past,” she thought, her heart pounding with resolve. “I will forge a new path, for myself and for all of us.”

“Together, we shall overcome every obstacle in our path. We must be cunning, patient, and united. Our time will come, my friends, and when it does, we will strike with all the fury of a tempest!” As Cain spoke, the resolute fire in his eyes mirrored the collective spirit of the gathering. They might be outnumbered, they might lack the weapons of their oppressors, but they had something far more potent – an unbreakable resolve to fight for their freedom, their land, and the promise of a brighter future.