The Loud Children of Hecate

The Loud Children of Hecate: Origin

Harriet Loud watched as Rita Loud, my granddaughter in law, lay in the hospital bed, Lynn Loud Sr, my grandson, at her side, holding her hand through all of it. She was barley seven months into her sixth pregnancy. It was going to be a beautiful baby boy. But there were problems. Complications. There was something wrong with the baby boy that they were going to name Lincoln.

A doctor came in just then and Harriet could already tell that it would not be good news, just by the look on her face. She looked sad, like she had to deliver bad news. And I already knew Lincoln would probably die. But I held onto hope. I couldn't give up yet.

The doctor, Katie Mace, walked up to the couple, who was awaiting the news with nervous faces.

"What's wrong? Is my baby going to be ok?" Asked Rita, worry lining her voice. You could tell she already knew, just as I did. But you could still see a shimmer of hope in her eyes.

The doctor could barely look the frantic woman in the eyes. "I'm sorry but, there's something wrong with him. I don't think he'll survive past birth."

Rita immediately broke down into tears. It was completely understandable. Scàthach would not like this. Harriet often visited Scàthach, telling her news of their ever growing family. Scàthach was some great Celtic relative that nobody had really heard of. Apparently she's immortal though.

"I'm sorry, there's just not much we can do for him now." Said Dr.Mace. She respectfully steps out of the room, closing the door to give Mr and Mrs.Loud some privacy to process the news.

They did not take it very well. But in all honesty who would?

Lynn Sr was now crying as well, holding his wife while they wept over the loss of their unborn son.

There must be something I can do. Think Harriet, your a witch, there must be something you can do!

After a few minutes of thinking Harriet had finally come to a solution.

Hecate! Her mind screamed at her.

Hecate. Hecate was Harriet's patron. She was a Roman god that Harriet had pledged her allegiance and loyalty to.

After awhile though Harriet and Hecate became good friends. Even more so after Harriet died. Hecate had introduced Harriet to a long lost family member who would soon become Harriet's best friend. Scàthach. Harriet watched over the family and told Scàthach everything.

"Hecate, I need your help, please! Save my grandson!" Harriet yelled. Of course Rita and Lynn Sr. didn't react, seeing as how Harriet was a ghost. It was simple really, mortals do not see ghosts.

A door opened and in came a new doctor. This doctor though turned and winked at Harriet before turning to the now quite couple who was watching her with questioning and tear rimmed eyes. Harriet knew that this was Hecate, come to hopefully save her great grandson.

"W-who are you?" Asked Rita, her voice still a little shaky from the crying.

"Someone who may be able to help you and your baby." Was all she said before walking over to the now hopeful couple.

She placed her hands on Rita's belly and light started showing through. A bright white light, which leaked between her fingers. Soon it got so bright that it covered whole room.

A minute later, she lifted her hands off of Rita's stomach, the light during down. Once the light died down Harriet could see that Rita and Lynn Sr were now asleep, smiles on their faces knowing that their baby boy was now safe.

Hecate walked over to me a grim expression on her face. "Harriet you realize that now that boy will be a demigod, and a powerful one at that. Monsters will be after him with a aura like that. Not to mention he had two mortal parents, a godly parent and is still related to the muses, Athena, and Scàthach?"