CHAPTER 49

Strength and virtues flow in blood, each drop carrying generations of honor and value. When a seed is formed what comprises its core is the very tree from which it had generated and yet here is the story of a girl who neither had the values of blood nor a single resemblance from the people bringing her to life. Here is the tale of Aurora Waylon. Fears and nightmares never plagued me, for I have lived years inside those hell flames and yet came out unscathed. The thought of death did not froze me for I have accepted death a long ago, just like a solider at war accepting the idea of a dreamless sleep but not accepting defeat. What I had learnt in my small short life was traumatizing yet I was a victim that forgot to feel the trauma. I felt one emotion and that was loyalty. Loyalty towards my regime. But the very second emotion that ruled my heart was hatred. I was a product of hatred, my birth giver was a lowly prostitute and the sperm donor was a slave trader in the illegal world o