God sent

principium

The screaming of a lady echoed through the vast cavern lightened up by hundreds of little fire flies. The brunette lady blowing in pain as she struggled to push a baby out, usually this would be no feat for someone who has had two children in the past but as this particular night was one of battle and much loss, it was even more of a challenge. Hair stuck to her sweat covered head, she looked over to her right, seeing her blood stained husband with a sword through his abdomen, the mark of a god slave showing on his neck. she turned back giving another almighty push; "no child of mine will enter this world without a family" the mother spoke sternly through gritted teeth as she reached down and helped guide the baby out of her. Tears rolled down her face as the blue eyed baby slid out of her without a noise, confused the crying lady picks up her newborn and cradles the little girl. shuffling over to her fallen husband, clasping the red haired mans dragon blood necklace, she wraps it around the girls neck; being careful not to hurt her but have it tight enough that it will not come off in an instance. the lady winces in pain as blood trickles down her legs, looking up from the blood pooling at her legs she makes the swift decision to leave. Swaddling the now crying baby, a little fire fly glowing a brighter shade of yellow than all the others lands on the babies hand, crawling ever so slowly upwards to the baby's nose, the small insect flapping its wings to make the baby giggles with excitement. a small smile plastered on the face of the mother. leaving her slain husband on the floor of the cavern, the green eyed lady slowly walks out of the hole in the mountain face; rain falling from the dark grey sky, covering the pair in water. the mother walks as fast as she can to a pier near the massive mountain. She looks around at what remains of a battle, glancing over thousands of bodies covered in mud and blood. horses with arrows in their side and slashed hooves, marking the countless unnecessary death in a clash full of resentment and anger. walking slowly to the pier, the mother still with blood trailing down her legs and onto the grass, supremes her pain in order to deliver her child to safety; well she hopes. as the rain pummelled down onto the mother, her hair swaying in the wind, a little ship, made of red wood and birch struggles to stay afloat on the reckless sea. lamps swinging in the wind and people tying stuff onto the mast and railing is all that the mother can see. she approaches the small ship and places her daughter inside a little box, swaddling her in the purple, blood stained cloak she wore into battle. Walking off into the dark to see her baby getting hoisted into the air by ropes she hears a man shout "captain! captain! a baby! its a-" "keep the infant, we shall train them." what the mother only could presume was the captain snapped back. "good luck, zamira" the mother had a bright smile on her face as she collapses, at this point blood pouring out of her as she lay in the mud with a word of strength in her mind. 'She will bring the gods'.