“Just kill me!”

“That makes you wrong Urag. This dumb piglet would rather die. But that’s not for a pretty little thing like you.” the scout said dragging her into the hideout, past the dropped plank chasm, through a trapped hallway, and across a camp room to a corner with cells and one larger room, quartered off with heavy doors with iron rods.

Havilah laid there quietly crying in the cell, alone, sure her mother would die without her. All of her thoughts were occupied on her and the cure. She did not think to savor her last view of the sky and sun, to bask in the warmth radiance of the sunbeams, or to swallow air with reckless joy. She did not know this was the closest to the surface she would be ever be again, though her life did not last long.

Her last thoughts were of home, agony, and cheese.