MIRIAM

The sound of a metal being dragged on the ground was the only sound that graced my ears and kept me company as I walked slowly. I was not thinking about anything. I didn’t expect anything. I wanted to remain with my mate and possibly die by his side. But, a promise is a promise. It had to be fulfilled. All I ever heard in those three day of mourning were his words to me and the promise he made me take.

“Promise me you’ll avenge my death.” It was like a siren sometimes. Aimed at driving me crazy. Other times it is like an alarm waking me up...