Eve breathed in and out quickly as she ran down the cliff with the warriors. She had gotten lucky, and she was not looking back. Desdemonda and her demon destroyers had gotten their newest truth seekers. She signalled to the warriors that they should stop and take a break. She flopped herself down onto a rock and started crying for those who had fallen. It was not fair; they had just understood and made the crossover into the light. Her tears flowed freely dropping like little crystals and immediately shoots of tulips popped up out of the ground. She smiled through her tears as she thought of the blessing of her gift. She was a giver of life, and her emotions brought all sorts of beauty into the world. She sniffed, straightened up and turned to Captain Josiah, “I’m sorry Captain, this is entirely my fault. I should never have suggested taking the young ones to that place,”
“Eve, don’t fear, and don’t fret, they have gone to be with the King, and they are now in a much safer place,” Josiah said. He knew that Eve would blame herself, and he didn’t want her to shoulder that responsibility. She had enough on her plate already, travelling with them, waking the sleepers and teaching them the truth. That was their only job; to search out the sleepers and wake them. The issue that they kept running into was Desdemonda and her demon destroyers. Stealing the young ones, twisting the truth to their version, killing those who wouldn’t go to the dark kingdom, maiming the poor younglings, she was sick and twisted, and would do anything to stop them. “Eve, we should continue moving, we don’t know if she’s got a secondary sweep team,”
“Yes, you’re right Captain, they are in a much better place, basking in eternal life with the King,” Eve stated, thinking of how happy the new angels would be. “Let’s leave, and be careful to avoid the mud, it will leave tracks later, and we don’t want a sweep team to find them.”
The warriors and Eve got up and continued the frantic flight down the cliff, running with urgent haste to put as much distance between them and the battlefield. Eve knew that Desdemonda would send a team in the morning to see if they could find anything that her keen eyes may have missed. She knew that Desdemonda would be furious with herself for letting her escape, Eve remembered the moment when her cloak had been caught, seemingly on a tree branch, and when she had turned to look, Desdemonda had a wicked grin on her face, and her hand wrapped around the cloak. It had been a struggle to slip out of the cloak when Desdemonda had been distracted by her victory. Her grip was like an iron vice, strong and filled with malice and hate. It had taken all her willpower to get free even with the distraction. Eve closed her eyes and plunged further down the cliff.
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