With her exhausted and trembling body, Tala runs desperately with her newborn in her arms. The evil forces pursue her, their eyes filled with greed and sinister intentions. She can feel their presence closing in, the threat of them taking her precious baby boy growing with each labored breath.
Finally, Tala reaches the safety of the forest, hiding among the trees and underbrush. She clutches her infant close to her chest, shielding him from the dangers that lurk just beyond the trees. Tala, cradling her newborn baby, tears streaming down her face, whispered fervently, "Oh, Spirit of Aragon, protect my child." Her voice trembled with hope and desperation, her heart overflowing with love and vulnerability. "Watch over my precious baby," she pleaded, her voice thick with emotion. "Protect him from harm, from the cruel hands of darkness." Her words echoed with an ancient plea, invoking the sacred protection of the Spirit of Aragon to guard her child's innocence and future.
" I love you, my child", Tala, with tears streaming down her cheeks, gently kissed her baby, her lips trembling with the weight of her sacrifice. The infant's tiny hand reached up, grasping at her hair as if trying to hold onto her, to keep her close. But Tala knew her fate was sealed, and with a heavy heart, she carefully placed the baby in the protective embrace of the ancient trees. She whispered a silent prayer to the Spirit of Aragon, begging for its protection over her child. "Please, keep him safe," she whispered softly before turning away.
{ PRESENT TIME}
Emrys's eyes snapped open as a loud cry escaped his lips, jolting him awake from a recurring nightmare. His body was bathed in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat up abruptly in his bed, his breaths shaky and labored.
Meanwhile, Emrys's foster parents were roused from their sleep by the sound of his cry, their sleep disturbed. Concern etched on their faces, they quickly went to his bedroom to see what had caused him such distress.
" Emrys, what happened?" Rizo anxiously asked. Emrys's voice was heavy with the weight of his recurring nightmare as he spoke to his foster father, Rizo. "I had the same nightmare again," he said, his breathing labored and voice quivering.
" You mean the same nightmare of a mother running through the forest with her child?", Shina asked,
" Yes, Mom", Emrys's voice was filled with a mixture of confusion and frustration as he spoke to his parents. "I don't know why I keep having the same nightmare," he said, his voice growing increasingly agitated.
Rizo's expression turned sympathetic as he listened to Emrys's words, his concern growing. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's okay, Emrys. Sometimes nightmares can be very persistent. We will try to figure out what might be the cause of it, okay?"
" Your father is right, we will try our best to figure it out?", Shina asked, with an affectionate tone,
Emrys's voice trembled as he spoke to his mother, Shina, desperation in his eyes. "Mom, I want you and Dad to sleep with me tonight. I'm scared," he admitted, his words soft and vulnerable. Shina's heart ached for her son, his fear palpable. She exchanged a knowing look with Rizo before nodding in agreement. "Of course, sweetheart. We'll be right here with you all night. You're safe with us."
Rizo and Shina, their protective instincts taking over, surrounded Emrys with love and warmth. Emrys was nestled between the two adults, a sense of security enveloping him. Shina gently caressed his hair, her touch soothing and comforting.
"Shhh, it's okay," Shina whispered, her voice tender as she held him close. "We're here with you." Rizo's strong arm wrapped around both Emrys and Shina, creating a protective barrier around his son.