How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The Hearth part 1

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It was a beautiful day outside.

The sun was shining bright over its absolute reign of blue and white on the horizon.., a rarity when it came to the known rainy days of Fontaine.

The flowers were blooming and the birds were singing their praises to the warm and gentle streams of light stroking the soil with its radiant gift.

A fresh, yet soothing breeze blew everywhere she could see, stroking softly everywhere it went, carrying with it the scent of spring and the joys it brought as she could get lost in the scents of lavender and roses.

All of it made better by the comfortable sound of children playing and laughing with one another with joy in their hearts in the background, their voices reaching her ears as she watched from behind the windows of her own office their cheerful and happy faces.

Warm...

Peaceful...

And the whole place filled with cute happy children...

What was not to like..?

She closed her eyes, focusing on the brief joy of having the light of the afternoon brush so gently against her face.

Sometimes it was easy for her to forget in what kind of situation she was in.

The pain in her skull persisted, though this it had lessened quite a bit, all thanks to the use of several pain killers that had been given to her to make things a little more tolerable.

The doses she had been put through would have put down a normal person...however it seemed that fantasy settings made the body of one a lot more sturdier than normal, that or Crucabenas body had been altered somehow to take it like a champ.

Though given that she had a part of her skull cave in and slowly healing away would probably need a good dose anyway. Now it was more like a weak haze..always at the edge of her sight, but never truly going from there to worse.

Which suited her just fine.

A part from that a few things had changed since she awoke from her last moment of unconsciousness.. Three things to be precise...

First, she had found she had a private office.

Shocking right..? Yeah, she still had some trouble believing that...

In fact, when she had first been aware of it she had dreaded what kind of appearance her own office would have. Which....was kind of warranted given the body she was now living in.

Would it be a large and dark area of the House which no one but a soul could enter under the penalty of death, were secrets flew like corpse flies?

Was it a secret attic covered with rows upon rows of intricate books with heathen information of Tevat or more terrific designs of torture and death, ready to be used in the next victim...?

Or perhaps it was down below a dark basement where most of the experiments on the children took place and the blood of the last victims still remained fresh on the walls, the chilling sound of the dead still echoing behind the thick walls..?

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Ok, perhaps the last one was out of a slasher movie...but could you really blame her?

However, against all odds it was kinda of a nice place.

Not too shabby or luxurious or over the top, in fact it was a bit smaller than she had first believed, not even half as long and wide as her own bedroom had been yet not too cramp either which she was glad.