*This is my story and my sisters story so I decided to put it on my profile..she wants me to ask you guys if she should draw this in a manga?
She ran faster and faster with a baby tightly against her chest the ruby necklace gliding back and forth, the knights chasing her with swords and shields, screaming out “Give us the baby”. She hesitated a little bit but eventually kept on going. One of the knights threw a rock at her head trying to make her stop and as the rock impacted a wound upon her, the blood started to drip down her face onto her new born child. The mother ran faster and faster and suddenly lost the knights. She sat the baby aside trying to calm him down, whipping the blood away from his eyes. “My son the true air to Shamballa shall not die in a place like this.” She said with anger in her voice. She grabbed the ruby necklace and clenched it between her fingers, “Even if he is destined to destroy the whole entire world, I will…” she started to cough as she was to finish her sentence. The blood ran down her lips to her hand. She looked to her child with a kind of sadness and depression and said “I shall protect you with my life, because you my son are the prince of Shamballa, not to bring destruction to the world but to only bring happiness and joy to your people.”
She wrapped the blanket around him tightly, putting him to the ground. “And with this the restricted witch craft I shall bring you to a different era a place were you can do actually that and become what you are destined to become.” She used her blood to make a circle around him, with unusually symbols. “The great witch of the north commands you gods to open a gate to the next life and shall in return give you everything I have left to offer, on this I agree to the everlasting contract!” She said so loudly that even the gods could here her. The knights came closer and closer by the minute shouting “She’s over here!” There were flashes of lights all around the baby and suddenly a door appeared before them. Several arms came out of the door that grabbed the baby, eyes looking down at the mother, teeth that were grinding back and forth with anticipation, and with this she determined that this was god. The mother looked up and said, “And if thou doesn’t keep thy word, then May heaven hold me back from killing the gods themselves.” Laughter came threw the dark eerie door and as the door began to close. The mother said something so terrible that even dared said in the witches covenant would be killed instantly. She said the words that took the last of her breath,
“I Love You….”