... not now.I run hiding in a nearby barn.I watch as they run past,rubing my stamach,trying to calm my little one.We must not make a sound least they find us.I curl up in the hay,sleep.I am gone long before the world wakes.I walk through the pasture to find a place to hide and have my baby, future king of  the fallen world.His power flowed through me spuring me on.We will make it,we will.