"This is Y/n, Ray, and Emma we're talking about. They must have thought about this a lot before deciding anyways. Besides, I don't totally disagree with their ideals either!"
Gilda takes both of our hands, "Jesus, why do you both always take the most dangerous path! There isn't any need to be this risky with your own lives!"
We both hug Gilda, "We're sorry, but these dangerous paths are the only way we can accept it."
We pull away from her, while Emma speaks behind our reasoning.
"Norman's trying to do the same thing again," Ray comments.
"And we won't go along with it," I add.
Emma outstretches her arms.
"We'll come back before Norman has a chance to kill the royal family and the aristocrats!" she says with a smile.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, "If the worst happens, choose the path you all won't regret. And take care of Norman," Ray says.
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"Mama! Why are you and papa leaving so soon?" asks Maeve, lightly tugging my skirt/pant leg.
Ray walks up from behind me, both of us already have our hunting coats on and our guns in our sheathe.
"Don't worry, we'll be back soon. We just have to take care of something," he assures her, ruffling her hair. "You'll be okay. We'll probably be gone for maybe..." he tries to estimate how long it'll take.
"Three days, at the very most. But there are a few older kids here that will be looking after you!" I estimate.
Maeve scowls and crosses her arms. "But that's soooooo long!"
I crack a smile, "It'll go by real quick!" I assure her.
"Promise it'll be quick?"
"Promise." I tell her.
She holds out her pinkie, I do the same and lock pinkies.
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Emma comes up from behind us, "You both ready?" she asks.
I stand up and nod, so does Ray.
Once we get outside and away from the hideout we start to do the ritual to get there, we have to drain blood from each of our palms into the golden water.
That'll be a breeze to do.
We all cut our hands and put a vida each in the jar.
The flower blooms, which is our signal to head off.
"Okay, we're off!" says Emma.
Everyone else was watching in anticipation as we did the ritual.
I see my daughter wave with a smile before I feel myself being sucked into something else, possibly the jar.
