Dura," Glasha greeted, "thanks for coming to see me today."
"Your welcome, I figured you needed a break," Dura said.
"You figured right," Glasha said. "This pregnancy has been rough so far. It's nice to get out and get some fresh air."
Glasha smiled taking in the fresh air, she was four months pregnant now.
Though happy to see her friend there was an awkwardness between the two as Glasha realized they never talked about her marriage to Gor'lok.
"Dura," Glasha said.
"Glasha, it's fine, you don't have to say anything. Gor'lok and I were never together and I never had any feeling towards him."
"Okay," Glasha replied, wanting to drop the subject.
She smiled to herself and nothing else about the matter was ever said. It was a great weight off her shoulder.
"So, how about a walk down by the lake?" Dura asked, breaking the awkwardness between them.
"I don't know," Glasha replied shrugging her shoulders. I've been having a bad bout of nausea lately."
"Then some fresh air is exactly what that baby needs," Dura said, caressing Glasha's belly.
"I don't know," Glasha hesitated.
"Only for a moment and if you start to feel sick we'll leave right away." Dura insisted.
"Ok," Glasha reluctantly agreed, knowing Dura wouldn't stop asking until she said yes.
Glasha took in the scent of the lake she hadn't felt nauseated all day. She rubbed her belly, perhaps the fresh clean scent of the lake was exactly what she needed.
Dura glared at Glasha smiling, rubbing her belly and glowing with happiness. She didn't like it, she knew Glasha was doing that just to make her jealous, she wanted to rub it in her face that she wasn't married.
Dura's heart raced and she could feel the tension in her jaw from clenching her teeth together. Her hands were shaking and she could feel her body growing hot with rage welling up inside her.
She slowly walked towards Glasha, bent down and picked up a medium size rock and smashed it on the side of Glasha's head.
Glasha crumpled to the ground and blood gushed from her head.
Dura stood over her, speechless at what she had just done. Glasha was laying on the ground motionless blood pooling around her head.
Tears filled Dura's eyes, she felt like throwing up. Glasha was pregnant.
What have I done? Dura thought. Falling to her knees. Glasha was her friend, her only friend.
"What do I do now?" Dura said aloud, staring wide-eyed at Glasha.
Glasha she slowly began to move, she's not dead, Dura thought, her heart was racing so fast she thought it was going to jump right from her chest.
A million thoughts ran through her mind but the one thought that kept repeating. She couldn't take the chance that Glasha would wake up and tell everyone what she had done. There's was no turning back now.
She grabbed Glasha who was waking up and disoriented from her injury and dragged her to the edge of the lake.
Through her kick and flailing for air Dura held Glasha's head underwater with no remorse or concern for her unborn child.
Urim was settling in for the night, he had just started unlacing his boots when he heard Gor'lok voice outside his tent.
"Urim!" He called. "Have you seen Glasha?"
Urim and Plum immediately stepped outside the tent.
"I haven't seen Glasha," Urim replied.
"Neither have I," Plum added.
"Urim, I'm worried she's never stayed out this late." Gor'lok said.
Gor'lok didn't have to say a word, he just gave Urim that look and he knew how worried Gor'lok was.
"Come," Urim said. "I'll help you look."
"Thank you," Gor'lok replied.
"I'll help too," Plum said.
"No!" Urim yelled.
"Okay," Plum said surprised at Urim's tone.
"I mean you stay here just in case she comes back," Urim explained.
"Okay," Plum said, satisfied with Urim's response.
Urim didn't know what was going on but he wanted to keep Gor'lok's affair with Dura as quiet as possible.
"I'll be back," he kissed Plum on the forehead and vanished into the night.
There were no words spoken between the two. No one wanted to be the first to say it. But both were thinking Glasha found out.
"This is all my fault-"
"Don't," Urim interrupted. "Don't do that to yourself."
"What if she left me." Gor'lok said.
"Gor'lok we don't know what's going on. So let's try not to jump to conclusions. Did she say anything to you drop any hints was her behavior towards you different lately."
"No, she seemed normal, everything was normal until I came home and she wasn't there." Gor'lok said.
"Okay, so maybe she doesn't know yet," Urim tried to comfort.
But It wasn't working.
"What if Dura told her and she just ran off?"
There were no words Urim could say to comfort his friend.
"Let's split up so we can cover more ground," Urim said.
"Okay," Gor'lok agreed. "I'll search the border can you search down by the lake."
"I will," Urim said.
Urim ran down to the lake, he was surprised to see Dura. She seemed in a daze and didn't seem to notice Urim.
"Dura," Urim called.
Dura stared straight ahead.
"Dura," Urim called again louder.
She didn't say a word she didn't turn to meet Urim's gaze, she didn't move.
"Dura," Urim grabbed her shoulders and gave her a gentle shake.
But he was only met with glossy eyes and a distant stare.
After a few moments, she finally focused on Urim. Tears flooded her eyes, Urim could see her whole body shaking. Her eyes filled with regret but only for a moment.
Her gaze turned distant again and there was a quick flash of pure evil in her eyes just before she grabbed him and kissed him. It happened so fast but within seconds Urim had pushed her off him.
But it was too late a bitter taste lingered on his lips. Within seconds his lips went numb and he felt light-headed.
"What did you do?" Urim asked as he staggered backward.
He tried to get his bearings but everything was spinning and his head was pounding. His heart was racing so fast he was unable to catch his breath. His clothes became drenched with sweat and the color drained from his face.
"What did you do to me?" he asked falling to one knee.
Clenching his chest he fell on his back, it felt like it was on fire. Dura stood over him, her eyes dead as she watched him slip away.
His eyes became so heavy he couldn't keep them open.
"I'm sorry Urim," she said.
Through his suffering Dura never took her eyes off him. She enjoyed seeing his last moments in agony.
His breathing shallowed and his eyes slowly began to close.
"You should have chosen me," Dura said.
"Plum," Urim whispered.
His last thoughts being of his wife, and how much he loved her and how heartbroken she would be.
"You should have chosen me" Dura repeated.