Anastasiia was blonde, skinny and did her best to avoid the final preparations for hanging.The Azov officer in charge of the execution, was young, blo...nd and arrogant, a real Aryan jerk with an attitude to match. His assistant, an Azov soldier carried a camera with him, snapping several pictures of the girls, offering them a wicked smile, before pointing at the gallows. It’s a wrong day to die, Liudmyla thought gazing at blue clear sky overhead. She swallowed and took deep breath of fresh air.. Her plan had been ruined.John went to the podium and turned to face the people gathered. He stood silently for a minute and then said, “I’m greatly honored by this gift. I see that many people have contributed to its creation with considerable love and care. This is the greatest gift that a people can give to a man. I thank you for this great honor.”John looked off to the horizon as a trance-like state fell over him. To those well versed in the ancient ways, John began to glow. His voice came. That year went by very quickly. Megan was now 20, and little Gracy was 1. I was 21, and so I decided to buy my own house, and let Megan and Gracy move in with me. I was still single, without any girlfriends at the time. She was quite thrilled to move in with me, since it would mean getting away from our parents.As close as we had been as kids, we grew even closer as the years progressed.I was now 37. Megan and I were lovers now, and had been for years. (That is another story, altogether.) Gracy. ‘Thank you for the compliment.’ She winced and watched as he dressed the wounds to her ankles, then he reached for the empty glass. ‘Out of wine,’ he said as he looked at the bottom of the glass, ‘be right back’. He was half way across the room when she saw her chance. Quietly, she got up off the bed, drawing her sword as she went. She crept up behind her master. This would free her from a life of killing for the sake of living. A quick strike would end his bound to her and finally she would be.