My seventeen year old daughter does not cry out in joy, and
she surely does not call me to express that tearful moment over golden taps.
When that phone call ended, I knew she was not safe, and truly unhappy. Call it
my motherly intuition but she needed me, so I took no time in rushing to get to
her.
I packed my
pistol, purely for safety, as I was a woman traveling across the country alone.
It was never far from my reach. However, upon my arrival at the castle I was
truly overjoyed to have it so close. For my witness to the sword in his hand –
ready to kill, and the sacrificial attire on my daughter, I knew I had no
choice.
I was
eighteen again, he was the tiger and I had my pistol. In order to save us all
from his man-eating ways, and the evil in his eyes, I took aim, and fired.
There are no regrets to have over his death, my daughter is safe. I did what I had
to do, to make sure my family survived.
- Meghan Shearer
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