It was raining...hard. The woman didn't know where to go, all she knew was that her baby was going to be born on the streets if she didn't find a hospital or someplace to have him or her. This world was foreign to her, she knew that it was easy to lose yourself, especially on a night like this one. My name is Gwen she chanted over in her head.
October 31st, the people here call it Halloween, most believe that is the night that weakens the barrier between the living and the dead. They were right, but what they don't know is that it is also the night that dark magic is the strongest. Tonight at the last stroke of twelve a prophecy will be foretold, whether good or bad is still unknown.
As she ran, Gwen felt the cold ominous presence of the Shadow, and began glancing over her shoulder every now and again. Because she wasn't looking where she was going the Gwen bumped into a gate. There was a sign on it read 'Ms. Periwinkle's home for children'. This is the place the woman thought, this is the place where my child will be kept safe until the time is right.
She then attempted to open the gate by pulling on it, but it wouldn't move an inch so she tried pushing it, but it wouldn't budge. Feeling desperate the Gwen tried to think. Oh if only Merlin were here! What would he say? Out of nowhere a voice spoke to her, his voice.
"Actions come from your mind and your heart. If you can think it, then you can do it." . And she did just that, clearing everything from her mind she searched through her very being for that last drop of magic.
"Open" She thought to the door, and it did.
Once she was on the property of the orphanage the young woman pushed the gate closed. As she prayed that the protection that she had just cast would hold on a little longer, she ran as fast as she could the front door.
"HELP!" She cried while banging on the doors "Someone, help me!"
"Hold your horses, I'm coming." A voice mumbled from inside. A few minutes later the grand doors opened and a plump little lady appeared before her.
"Yes?" She said while looking at the girl, kindness and motherly love radiated off her like perfume. To the older woman Gwen looked just over 16, which was probably because she did just turn 17 "Can I help you?"
"Are you Ms. Periwinkle?" The younger woman asked trying not to wince in pain. She had been so engrossed in trying to find shelter that she forgot she had a big gash in her arm. The image of a sword pushed its self from the corner of her mind.
"Indeed I am, and who might you be?"
"Gwen-, Gwendolyn, My name is Gwendolyn." The old lady noticed that Gwen had an Irish accent.
"You don't seem too sure..."
"No I'm sure! It's Gwendolyn." She paused not sure how to ask. "I-I need a home for my child." She stuttered placing a hand on her swollen belly.
It was the older woman's turn to look uncomfortable "Oh! W-well come on in then!"
"Thank you!"
"How long! Till the baby is born? A few weeks? Days?"
"No she or he is supposed to be born tonight, what time it is anyway?"
"It is exactly 9:45 PM" Ms. Periwinkle replied after glancing at her Pocket Watch.
"Okay." Gwen could not hide how much pain she was in any longer and the old lady noticed.
"What's wrong Gwendolyn?"
"Oh!" Gwen tried to hide her arm as she replied "N-nothing! I-"
Ms. Periwinkle noticed the gash in her arm "Young lady! That is not nothing! We need to patch you up, where is my -Miss. Tompkins! MISS. TOMPKI- oh there you are!"
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Ella
Fantasy"Who are you? And how did I get here?" The person in front of me was pretty short, with a pretty face that was the color of cinnamon. Her hair, long and flowing down to her waist, was the colour of dark chocolate with black streaks in it. But thos...
