Creeping through her mind, Amanda strapped herself tightly, and guided herself through the ridged stack of studies. In one second, she could fall. 5........3.......1 inch away. Amanda was so close to the sword when a loud, shrill cry entered through the halls, causing all the books to stumble onto her, bruises strutting all over her skin. Amanda just groaned through the damages when a thin woman, a nun, came in weeping,"Miss, your mother! She's gravely ill!" Amanda's face froze. But at an instant you shaked the nun violently, so close to making her faint, Amanda said demanding,"My mother? What happened to my mother?!? Tell me!!" The poor nun was drained out of life, close to hurling when Amanda regained herself, trying to come back breathing,"Your mother encountered a fight outside the walls, when she came back from her trip, miss. She is carrying so....." "Is she dead?!"Amanda said through strong sniffles. She couldn't even believe her reaction. "No, just grim."the nun prayed to herself quietly,"May the lord give her mercy, and the infant." "Miss Amanda, you must come to see your mother, at once." Amanda nodded, proceeding down the hall while many guards protected her, just in case. She shook her head quietly and remembered her mothers visit to a friend. In the town where she lived, there lived a designer named Lady Mya, who strictest finest wealth came from Amanda's mother, but she was simple, but was intrigued by her "art". Her mother and the Lady became great friends, as they bickered about their husbands and designed for the infant. Amanda was looking paler than usual ,wondering what foolish person wanted to kill her gentle mother. But Amanda vowed her killer would be deceased.....by her. As her eyes stormed through the castle, she kept the feeling that the infant might become evil or kill her mother....she couldn't bear the thought, so she just glided through her castle..... Her fears lost in her mind. Feedback?