Chapter Fifty Three
Sacrifices have to be made.
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Third Person’s Point of View
Sacrifice is a pretty big word.
From all the scriptures that she read about her mother, all had praised her for the sacrifice that she had given for the people she had given life. None of them ever asked if there was any other way for her mother to live. As if a thought fumbled in her mind, her eyes grew.
Following the person beside her, she asked. “How old am I?”
“Whatever do you mean?” Rush questioned, confused.
“If my mother died in a millennium, or even longer than that, then...”
There was a cackle of laughter coming from the mage that sat beside her. It was normal for her to question all of this, as witches do not generally age in appearance. They do not die unless they were killed, so most of t
