Book2:KigdomIteDreams

isnearby.”Sayingso,sherushedhystericallyoutofthepace.Mr.Fingercoulddonothingbutfollowher.Theycrossedthezigzagginggoldpace,ranonthenarrowgoldpathwayhalfcoveredrofusionofcolorfulblossomsandrushedahead.Whentheycametotheentrahepace,theyslidoutsidewaysthroughthegapjustthewaytheyhadentered.

    Vioranonfollowingthesoundofhermother’svoice.Theydidnotknowhowfartheyhadrunwhenabrightfshoflightningexposedafrighteningse.Notfaraheadwasadeadtree,oolhtredbloodbeforeit.ThiswasthesiteofIlene’sexecutionallthoseyearsago.AftershewaschoppedintwofromthewaistbyMedusa,herlowerbodyyinapoolofblood.ItwasthenthatVio,onlyanunshapedfetusatthetime,burstfromhermother’swombseekingtoescape.Tileaobemasterofherownas,shefloatedlikeatinyflowerseedinthewind.Shelookeddowher’supperbodystillhangingfromthebranchofatree.Ileenwasnotquitedeadyet,butwasstillgaspibreaths,writhingvulsively..Vioowerlesstosaveherdyingmotherbecauseshedidnotknowwhethersheherselfwouldsurvive.Herfatewaslikethatofthetinyflowerseedfloatingintheairbeingblownaboutbythewind.Thusshearatedfromhermother.AfterIleendied,heranger,jealousyandbitternesslivedonasshrilndwoefulspirit.Herblooddidnotdryuporsolidify.Herspiritlivedinherownpoolofbloodandhauheyellowsoirouree.Thatpoolofbloodroseandsank,sometimesvisible,sometimesinvisible.Stephanie’sdyingprophesycametrue.“......whenbloodseepoutofthebareyellowsoilofGiantMountain...........whenbloodspeakswithahumanvoice......thenitistime......thenitistime......”

    Viowalkedtothepoolofbloodadown.Mr.Fingerkdownbesideher.