Richards walked into the room where the woman with black hair was . He found her holding the baby in her arms . They crossed glances . Richards looked down and when he looked up again he saw the look of terror on the woman's face.
"Richards no , please no , don't do this", she said with tears running down her face .
"Lady Mira ,your child has been sentenced to death", he said with tears in his eyes .
Mira looked down at the baby and looked back at Richards .
"Richards, I beg you can't you hide us ", she asked with desperation in her eyes .
"I don't like this either, Lady Mira , but it's the Chief's orders ,it's either you throw him away or he gets killed tomorrow, am sorry for being powerless my Lady! ", Richards spoke the tears now flowing like a river on his face .
Later that night Mira and Richards walked to the beach they placed the baby into a bracket and covered her with a blanket. They walked into the waters to let the basket float away.
"What's young madams name ", asked Richards .
"Mira ", replied Mira before letting the basket float away.
Richards went back to the Chief's room.
This time he found the Chief facing towards the doors .
"I suppose it is done ", said the Chief.
"Yes, Sir", he replied.
"You know Richards,your a very kind man , ever realized that", spoke the Chief.
"What do you mean Sir?", asked Richards.
"Everytime you do this, you did it with the first one, then the second and now the third ", spoke the Chief .
"I still don't catch on", replied Richards.
"Mira's children, why do you do that you know that if they don't have our, Arkive of Descendants of the Storm, they can't pass the cyclone surrounding our Island right", spoke the Chief.
"Sir, if there is something more powerful that force it's faith and hope, Sir ", he said .
The Chief smirked and looked at Richards.
"Let's hope it's not false hope", the Chief spoke.