
32, 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪
You made the right choice Goodfellow. That was what my mind was telling me; however, my stomach was curdling and twisting in all sorts of directions left, right, and center. This is going to be a long fight. I can feel the lightning on my feathers. This isn't normal lightning. This lightning shot upwards from Mom. She was growing in size and in power. There's only one Goodfellow, and only I can stop this curse. I see the sky turning black. Oh boy...
"Come meet your death Goodfellow!" She roars.
I would very much not like to go to my death. The thought laughs in my head. I see the lighting wrapping around her like a thousand snakes. I've seen a couple of myths where lighting elopes them but nothing quite as bad as this. Her wolf heads snarl at me. Yikes.
Her wolf heads shoot forward. I dodge. My eyes darted at her. Stab her in the heart, Goodfellow. However, I'm not 100% sure she even has one. I'll just stab her in the general chest area. As soon as I find out how to evade everything. A wolf head almost slams into me. Luckily, I dodge it, barely. I feel it on my feathers. I can't talk this form. I bite my beak. I transform back into myself. I jump onto a tree.
"Mom! Stop!" I yell.
She glares at me.
"There will be no end! There will only be chaos!" She yells.
"I don't want to kill you!" I scream.
I have no idea where that came out of. I wanted to hit myself, partially. I should kill her, but I don't know how! I have no idea how to stop chaos. The lightening feels horrible. Yet... this might be a good idea. Whenever I think of killing her, my stomach chains up and my heart almost explodes.
"What?" I can see her clearly.
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