Seed of Life
The monk took another slice of the woman’s heavily petalled heart. She didn’t move. Her chin simply quivered.
Mikkal wished he could ease her pain. She had to be awake throughout this entire process. Her heart had to be flush and ripe with excitement, or this was all for naught.
He peeled away another layer, but still could not see the seed. Frustrated, he wondered how much more she had to sacrifice for the hearts of the nation.
Blood trickled down her arms from the shackles above her head. Her eyes fluttered. She was drowsy, but Mikkal pressed on.
Until finally, nestled between the last two slices of her heart, laid the seed. He slipped it in the mouth of the first stillborn child.
“Breathe!” He shouted. And it did.
They all did.
Silent amidst the celebration, Mikkal stared at the child with the seed. He did not look forward to their next meeting.