The Kingmaker by Walcom Ming Sparks

Prologue

Fierce heartbeats.

Fast strides.

Haggard breaths.

Dripping sweats.

She knew there was no turning back now. The only thing she regretted was not leaving sooner. she continued to run through the wood,torns and spikes of trees scaring her bare arms and legs. She knew her bare feet were already bleeding but she couldn't stop and couldn't care less. All she thought about,all she cared about then was the little boy running beside her.

Countless times,amidst the heat of hurry,she glanced over at the poor little boy fighting to reach her strides. She had brought this all upon him. She shouldn't have involved him. He was still too young!

She held onto the tender little hand of the boy,the sweats accumulated over time threatening to separate their hands but she held on tight.

Smashing a twig on the floor,she snapped her head forward and saw the fallen tree trunk. She's close now. She's gonna make it.

The boy steals a glance at her mother once again, his heart beating more than it had ever done. He was frightened beyond words. Why was his mother so stressed? What was she running away from? he knew the situation demanded an emergency retreat when she'd grabbed him earlier from his room and asked him to leave his bear behind. She knew he never went anywhere without it. That's when he knew. Something was wrong.