Chapter 112 - The Horrendous Dream

Eleanor's P.O.V

Never.

Never in my life had I seen something as inhumane as I was witnessing right now. And, the worst part of it was the person who I was seeing right in front of my eyes was me.

It was ME.

I was lying there. Right there, leaning against the thick trunk of an old tree. I was leaning against it as blood flooded down from the cut I had in my head with my hand dying to rise. Dying to rise to stop. Stop those people from burning an innocent child.

But, why? Why did I want to stop them?

Any normal person in this situation would have ran. I should have ran too but I didn't. I couldn't. My feet were no longer in my control. No. Not only my feet, I wasn't in my control anymore.

As I moved forward, I stared at myself, lying there miserable. But, what I wanted to save wasn't myself. No. What I wanted to save was that child. That child who was roughly handled my those men and was about to be thrown into the raging fire.

Even when I was bruised and beaten the child's reflection