'Mrs. Rockwell?' The doctor poked his head around the door. Jules Rockwell squeezed Harold Rockwell's hand.
'Is our baby okay?' She asked, a worried expression on her face.
The doctor sighed deeply, regret spilling over his body, 'He's fine. But he... he's...'
'What's wrong?' Harold queried, his tone and thick orange moustache shaking. A little bassinet was wheeled in, a small, red-headed baby in it. The parents peered over. And they saw it.
A set of glossy, white, and soft wings were covering his minuscule body. They looked at each other, horror on their faces.
'The boy is magic. Would you still like to raise him?' The doctor asks.
'No, take it away. Those beasts repulse me. I will name him Ashton, and leave it at that,' Jules sneers, running a hand through her hair. Harold nods. The doctor nods solemnly, wheeling the child away. She pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing heavily.
'It's such a shame.'
'We'll try again.'
'What if it happens again?'
'We'll keep trying until we don't get a failure.'
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Born To Die Part One - The Case Chase
ActionStarted April 1st, 2024 TW: gory/injury detail The world has wound up in hatred of magic. Not genetic, just a curse. When Kristoffer Piercebridge has to assassinate his old friends, will he go through with his plans, or will his ways change? This is...
