<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Chloe and I sit knee to knee, holding hands....<br/><br/>I assure her that Im all right....and I am....holding her hands gives me strength, calmness, and love....so much from such a simple gesture.<br/><br/>She begins:<br/><br/>“I hope it doesn’t surprise you that we need to have our baby. Your sperm and my ovum. Our daughter. Her name will be Isis. She will be born with Foresight and Hindsight because my ovum and blood and her placenta are all of that and more. She will be aware from shortly after conception. I know I will spend much of her gestation holding her and protecting her from whatever is happening around us. I will need you to protect me, to protect her. And Tangie and Huguette and Mother and others we haven’t yet met.”<br/><br/>I burst with joy....our baby....our baby will have so much going for her......a gifted life from conception moving forward!<br/><br/>I smile and squeeze her hands...I nod in happiness.<br/><br/>Chloe goes on:<br/><br/>“But here’s the thing. You have to choose, Kimmie. You. Because you and I won’t live to see our daughter save the world from the Shadow. One of us dies while she is young, and I can’t see what happens to the other. We may not be there when our daughter does what she must to turn aside the Shadow and let the light of the goddess shine once more upon the world. But that’s true of many parents, so we must prepare her well and that will be enough.”<br/><br/>The color drains from my face....I can feel it go....it leaves me feeling hollow.....and marked....<br/><br/><em>"Dies?"</em>I say as statement....<em>"One of us?"</em>Im stunned and tears begin to flow.....I experience one of the most joyous announcements, then Im rocketed to the bottom of an abyss with the announcement that one of us will not survive long after the birth....years maybe, but apparently only a few.....<br/><br/><br/>"Chloe"  I wheeze....."not soon, please not too soon"....??<br/><br/>Chloe continues saying what she has to say:<br/><br/>… edge closer to her on the bed …<br/><br/>“The time to conceive our daughter is early tomorrow morning. The moon reaches total fullness after the bonfire ends and we return here. Then is the time you place your sperm in me and our daughter is conceived. I do not believe we have other children, but I cannot Foresee everything about our lives.”<br/><br/>Im almost a rag doll....I have no strength.  I feel drained and empty......I hear Chloe's voice and see her blurred face in my tears.<br/><br/>“Please Kimmie, please choose wisely. If we don’t have Isis, we live to a ripe old age. If we do, our lives are chaos and the world survives after our deaths.”<br/><br/>I open up my Insight....I cant speak now, my sorrow is too overwhelming.<br/><br/><em>"I will protect you....I will protect our baby.....I will live as long as the goddess has deemed me to walk the Earth.  When I die, my last thoughts will be of you....I will die doing what is best for the world and for others, even though it will take me away from you forever"</em><br/><br/>I hold her hands tightly. For now, we still are alive and still have each other.  We will have a daughter together.  We will take one step at a time.....Our time together just became even more precious.<br/>