"I feel like I should warn you, I am not a benevolent creature," chuckled the little girl in white as she stared down at the woman. "Out of all these humans here, only one will be saved. Are you sure you want it to be your son and not you?"
"I've lived my life," gasped the woman. Never taking her eyes away from her son, she continued to struggle toward him. "He has barely started his."
"Tell me your wish," whispered the girl. "And I'll make it come true. All it will cost is your soul for all eternity." There was a long pause as the woman struggled to breathe. She could feel a sharp pain in her lungs and knew without a doubt that one of her ribs had punctured her lung and now it was filling up with blood.
Her mouth was coated with the metallic taste of her own blood, but she ignored it. "I wish for my son to live, no matter what. You are welcome to my soul, but…"
