The Daughter of the Moon

Prolouge

Hey guys! So I decided to give this writing thing another shot. I've been chewing on this idea for a little while and decided that it would be pretty cool to write. Funny thing was that o had this idea but it never came true. The story just kind of took life of its own. Anyway let me know what you think and enjoy! The picture is Wren!

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It was midnight. The moon was full and shining light onto the bodies that lay on the empty battle field. The blood that had been shed had been mixed together on the permanently marked ground. Blood of enemies, brothers, and comrades. It was a tragic scene of how people fought for what they believed in; hating the enemy. Willing to die with their friends but not realizing that many would be joining the enemy on the battleground, dead.

A figure walked through the field. Even with a heavy cloak wrapped around her, it was easy to tell that the figure was heavily laden with a child. The figure walked slow and deliberately. She wanted to be out of the field before the child was ready to join the world. There were rumors about children born on a battlefield in the light of the full moon. It was not uncommon in her world.

The figure shook her head and started moving with more vigor. She was almost to the edge of the massacre of bodies. The road just a few more steps away when a sudden pain wracked her body.

The pain was excruciating. The woman fell to her knees and was gasping for air. She knew it was the baby, but something was terribly, terribly wrong. This was not her first child, so she knew what to do. However, alone in the moonlight the task seem daunting.

The woman lay on her back and squeezed her cloak. The pain was everywhere. She thought she heard another woman screaming in the distance. As if to sympathize with her. It took her awhile to figure it out was her. It took even longer before the child was born.

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Mathias was walking along the road to his home. His wife had recently lost their unborn child and he was coming back from visiting the grave of his baby girl. She has been lost for three weeks. Three weeks that his wife had not been the same. He knew she was in mourning but she was taking the loss much more deeply than he was.

Mathias continued along the road with his thoughts on his wife. His feet walked one step after another past the woods. He came to to a sudden stop when he saw a figure collapse on the side of the road.

Mathias quickly ran to the figures aid. When he got close enough to see her, he too an intake. It was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had rich auburn hair and a pale heart shaped face. Her eyes were so dark they looked almost black. Her nose was small and her lips her full and red. She wore finery to fit a queen. She was decked in expense clothes and jewelry.

Those were not the things that made Mathias do another double take however. After all, his wife was a beauty herself. Mathias did a double take at all the blood surrounding the woman's legs. Even though she had only been lying down for a minute, there was already a puddle forming.

Mathias wondered what would cause this to the woman. Battles were fought her often but the women knew well well enough to stay far away from them. His eyes looked at the woman again and he saw she was holding out a bundle to him.

"T-take her...... Raise her p-please I beg of-" the woman managed to cough those words out before spitting up blood.

Her grip on the bundle loosened but Mathias was there. He quickly caught it and wrapped his arms around it. He looked down and almost felt himself be overcome by grief from the loss of his child.

The girl looked exactly like what his daughter would've looked like. Pale blond tufts hair, pale grey eyes that swirled like a real storm. She had pale skin but her crying, or lack there of, and the fact that she was looking straight at what felt like his soul told Mathias that this was no ordinary baby.

Mathias looked from the baby back to the woman who was barely breathing. She just looked at him, half-smiled and then was gone with a simple flutter of her eyes. After all, her moon daughter was safe, for now.

She died in peace and was buried by Mathias's baby angel. The place she was buried always stayed peaceful, even when more graves joined her.

Mathias's, his wife's, and the baby they named Wren's life didn't stay peaceful for long after.