A Saint To A Sinner

2.36

When something dies, something is born. When a life is taken, another is born. When Thyra died Cynlæf was born. A life for a life. That was how cruel the God's were. They could easily replace a life with another. Part of Y/N had hoped Thyra would have seen her son in her dreams, that she met Cynlæf before her. That is what Y/N had hoped as she watched the fire burn from a distance. The fire still would not go down. No matter how much water they tried to throw on to the house, it burned.
"The God's are angry." Y/N said as she held the little boy closer to her.
"Why would they be angry?" Hild asked. Wrapping the blanket around her to keep her warm.
"I do not know. Maybe it is just fate." Y/N said. Part of her wanted to say the God's were angry at Thyra becoming a Christian, but part of her knew that was not true, and she had no right to think like that.

Y/N looked at Hild before looking back to the fire. She wanted to say something reassuring, but she couldn't.
"Maybe you should see how Beocca is?" Hild looked at her sadly, holding her forearm gently. "I will be alright, Hild." Y/N would have gone over, but she was a coward. She did not wish to rejoice her son in front of Beocca, who was hurting. She almost felt guilty for giving birth on such a day.
"Beocca would not blame you. He would not."
"Hild. I feel so guilty, like I caused this. If I did not follow her out, I could have saved her." Hild bought her into a hug gently, kissing her temple.
"And if you did? What if you did not make it? What then?" Y/N knew it was a selfish truth. If Y/N had died, then so would have Cynlæf and that meant she would have abandoned Finan and Sihtric. Something she could not do again. She could not watch the pain in their eyes when they saw her life slowly start to leave her.

Hild shuffled the blanket over her and buried it under the child to keep them both warm as they walked over to Beocca. Her feet moved with heavy effort as Hild almost dragged her over. Her body ached with pain and discomfort. Y/Ns eyes scanned over the villagers as she looked for Finan and Sihtric. She knew they would be near. She could feel them. Her body stopped moving when her eyes landed across Beoccas. He was crying into Finans shoulder and had not let go, while Sihtric and Osferth tried to put out the fire. When Sihtric walked back, he stopped as he noticed her, before he realised what she was holding. Sihtric walked over, almost tripping over the bucket he placed on the floor.
"Osferth said." Sihtric pointed. Stumbling over his words. "I did not believe him until Finan came back." Sihtric approached carefully. His voice was quiet and unsure. Y/N placed her son into his arms, tilting Cynlæf's head up slightly.
"Are you well? Is our son well? Was the labour hard?" Sihtric worried as he looked at his son with so much joy and pride.
"I think I would rather weild a sword than go through that again." Sihtric shook his head in amusement. He could not blame her, after everything she went through to birth a child.
"We will leave for Cookham tomorrow. Finan has agreed to come, but he will journey later when Uhtred is free. " Y/N frowned as she wrapped the blanket over herself.

She completely forgot about Uhtred. Not realising he was not here to help. Y/N looked at Sihtric with a smile before she approached Beocca carefully, placing her hands on his shoulder. Beocca jumped slightly, pulling her into his arms as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around her head.
"You were her only hero. The only person who fought for her when I could not." Father Beocca cried into her shoulder. All Y/N could do was hold his arms, trying to bring him so everlasting comfort.
"She is with Gisela now. She is safe." Beocca looked at her. "You don't truly believe that. I know your mind. I have lived with you long enough."
"She is with the God's. That is all I know." Y/N looked at Sihtric behind her, who was so amused in their new son. "Sihtric may have a better insight. He is a Pagan." Beocca nodded, wiping his tears quickly.
"You are right." Beocca stood up, patting her shoulder as he walked off.

Finan approached her, wrapping his cloak around her gently, pulling the hood over her head, before placing her head onto his. His hand reached out towards hers to hold her small ones.
"Yu should rest." Finan whispered. Y/N looked up at him with a sad smile before looking back at Beocca's destroyed home.
"He is right." Beocca said, as he held the little boy in his arms. "A new mother should rest." Finan helped her up slowly to walk her to Beocca.
"I know you will come back tomorrow, so please just get out of my sight." Beocca said harshly. Y/N knew he meant well and took her son from his arms, bidding Beocca goodbye.
"Fin. He needs you. I have Siht for now." Finan placed a kiss on his sons head and a kiss on hers as he watched Sihtric wrap his arms around the two, taking them to some where safe.