“Grandma?! Out of all the otherworldly women, magic chose for me an old woman?! No… that can’t be! ”— the young man babbled, like he’d gone mad, clutching his head. “This is some kind of mistake. A mistake for sure…—” At that, the madman looked at my little granddaughter. “Or is it not? Darius…” The stranger snapped his fingers to get the attention of the second. “Maybe it’s the girl? Yes. Exactly! Her I’ll take as my wife!”
The shock from what was happening passed quickly. Something in me awakened—the Mother. I put the three-year-old girl down on the floor, grabbed the bag more tightly, and without much ceremony hit the scoundrel over the head. The fellow hadn’t expected that, so he didn’t manage to dodge the blow to the temple and lost consciousness.
“Now then?!” I glared at the second one, feeling my legs tremble with fear. “Cursed pedophiles! Come one at a time!”