Comhroinn Fuaime

Inside their homes, mothers held their babies tightly. Pregnant women stayed far from windows. The entire village stayed hidden. They were afraid, but this time they were united. By the second day Amora grew weaker. Her eyes, once dark and powerful, began to lose their shine. She searched desperately for a child to look at. But there was none. For the first time in many years, she had no life to steal.