The moon's light hangs over the city, illuminating everything it can see. The body of the tiny girl lies in a pool of blood that stains the cobblestone. No matter how hard I tried, there was nothing I could do to change the ultimate fate of the child.
"I am no hero," I whisper.
There is silence on the wind and pale moonlight reflecting off my skin. The stone under my palms is hard and cold. The iron is void of life but echoes a cold calculation, the same that comes from the buildings that encircle me. I see shadows from the windows, figures looking down at me. They point and laugh, mocking me.
I scream, but there is no one around to hear it. ]
"You're an evil God!" I shout at the moon and watch as something flies in front of it.
There is a burning in my head like something is trying to dig its way out through my skull. My hands crash into me, and I tuck myself into a ball. Something runs down my spine like a bolt of lightning.
It's fear.
My body begins to tremble as my vision fades. I see her lying in the pool of blood. Her face is expressionless, words sit on her lips that will never be muttered. Her eyes are closed, but she does not seem at peace. Her hair is caked with blood, and her clothing is soiled so that you wouldn't be able to see she was wearing a dress.