Grey

Grey - Introduction.

The Beggining.

The crickets and frogs croak and chirp the dead silent night. 

The stars twinkle radiantly in the night sky and the soft white moonlight casts upon the trees and the grass, the wet mildew of the moss and stone. The full moon sits quietly in the sparkling night sky, beautiful colors of blues, greens, purples and pinks of the Northern Lights dance across the sky, and the calm air remains peacefully silent.

A little 3 year old boy with piercing grey eyes sits in the middle of the grass, his legs crossed together. In his hands was a round, magnificent round stone, as creamy as new milk out of a mother cow. It glints in the shining moonlight and he stares up at the sky, his short golden blonde hair brushes against his face, tiny splotches of dirt covering his olive baby skin.

The little boy starts to silently hum and the Northern Star he stares at twinkles, and his humming stops. He cocks his head to the side and smiles, up at the Alaskan sky.

"Khade?" A soft females voice says calmly through the chilling air, his head not budging from the sky.

The woman sighs and walks through the moist grass and squats to the little boy's shoulder. "Khade baby, isn't the night beautiful?" 

She points to the sky, where the colorful lights dance and wave through the full moon and the stars maze.

She smiles and her wavy lock of brown hair falls to her cheek. She lifts the boy by his chubby shoulders and sets him carefully on her hip, and emerges onto her stand. "C'mon, lets go home baby."

A soft breathe escapes the boys tiny mouth, and his eyes flicker slowly to a sleep. He continues to stare up at the sky, and as he falls asleep his fingers slowly unroll and the glowing marbles tumbles onto the ground, down down to the wet ground.

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A loud cry howls out of a womans mouth, tears roll off her cheek and her short quick breaths moan in agony. 

"Come on Nahla you've gotta push just a little more." A man with wavy brown hair coaxes the woman who yells and sobs, her fingertips gripping the bed sheet leaving a crumpled print. A bead of sweat rolls from her forehead and a man pushes a towel to her head.

"Trei her temperature is going up." A man tells to the husband, the other man rubbing his forehead and grabs the Nahla's squeezing hand, he shuts his eyes and moans desperately to the other man.

"She's fine Quen." He reopens his eyes and glares at the man pressing the cold, wet rag to Nahla's  red forehead. Trei returns his gaze to the screaming Nahla and gives a coaxing plea, 

"You're okay Nahla you're doing just fine, keep doing what you're doing the pain won't last much longer, it's almost here." He squeezes her flexing hand reassuringly and protectively.

"Trei she needs to stop pushing so hard it can hurt the baby!" A plump woman wipes her hand onto the cloth on her waist, blood smearing the beige texture. She looks at his seriously, 'The babies almost here and she will have another contraction and a big one, but she cannot push so hard this time or it can kill the little one!"

Trei nods and turns back to the crying Nahla, "Baby you're going to need to not push as much okay? This is the last contraction it's almost here, our angels almost here." He furrows his brow and rubs the womans hand lovingly.

The woman crys in pain and her maple brown hair dampens with sweat, she nods quickly and then returns to the pushing.

It seems to be hours. The pain only worsens and Nahla grows worse, Trei and Quen coax Nahla while the plump woman helps the baby be born. It seems to be hours. Days. Weeks.