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Chapter 6

"We're all worried about you Delilah, you've got to grow up at some point.
These 'dollies' aren't real friends. Look at them, they're lifeless. And
before you are too we want to help you."
That was enough to send Delilah over the edge. First she insults her
favourite toys then she suggests she's going to die?! She would be lovely and
cute forever. That was why mummy had done this to her. She wasn't this way
for nothing! She was made to be happy forever! Wasn't she?

'I'm done with my cake. Let's play a game.' Delilah grinned. She raised her
finger and uttered the word 'DIE' with the familiar, magical undertones. The
reality of the command shook Voralia's body but she recovered quickly and
asserted herself.
"We all die, Delilah. Someday even I will pass, and become an empty shell.
Such is the way. You need to accept that."
NO! she thought. NO NO NO NO NO! Again, she pointed her finger and tried her
magic - 'DIE!' - but Voralia shrugged it off again and yelled for the guards.
The beating of feet at the shrine's door, and Delilah knew it was time to go.
She grabbed the last and dashed away with her zombies lumbering in tow. They
ran for the city limits just as the alarm bells started to go. The Tribunal
had been summoned.

Sometime after, in the safety of a secret nook in the forest, she deemed it
enough distance to stop. Her legs ached and her body felt tired. Really
tired. This was the kind of exhaustion that she had been feeling lately and
it wasn't natural. Was she getting old despite not growing up? Was whatever
her mother did more a curse than a blessing? What was happening to her?

Confusion wracked her brain. She kept trying to think but developed a
headache. Curling herself around her backpack, full of writhing undead
fetus', she cried and rocked in the gloom of the night.