![]() ![]() ![]() Tina nodded slowly and stepped back from her mother. “Mother must break this arrow to extract it from her arm. “Sweetheart.” she stared deep into Tina’s moist emerald eyes. She reached over and took a firm hold of the arrow shaft. “Baby, I am well.” Truth struggled to remain sitting. ![]() Truth reached out and touched her child’s head. She released the figurine and jarringly pushed herself up to a sitting position. The stream of blood coagulated around the protruding arrow. A golden illumination surged up her arm and throughout her body. Closing her eyes, she uttered a sacred prayer only her people had known. Shaking hands wormed their way into the pouch and she wrapped her fingers around the figurine. With her left hand she reached toward her thigh and touched the black pouch. She knew she would bleed to death if she did not do the unthinkable. ![]()
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