Myra's POV
"She is ready."
My hands were shaking as I used a warm cloth to pressed Seraphina's forehead. Her breath was very slow and steady, but her body was very tensed like something inside her already knew what was coming.
"She is stronger than I was at her age, stronger than I ever hoped." I said in a low voice, half to myself.
The desert wind blew the covers of the tent, and the fire is burning very low, casting soft shadows all over her skin. The moon-like mark on her chest had deepened in glow over the past days. The moon was nearly full, and the time has come.
I knelt down beside her with the bowl of silver water. My heart was beating very fast.
"Seraphina, I had failed you once, I won't do it again." I said softly, using my hand to touch her hair back.
She can't respond, but I was not even expecting her to respond. Her body remained still, but the bond between us, the one that only a mother can feel was filled with so much warmth.
