Moormagic

Authors note: This is just starting out and we would really appreciate any feed back, this will probably be the only authors note. This is a joint writing project by rawr-rawr and myself, filmed. Please take a look at my other authors work, she will rock your socks off (hopefully). Thank you for reading our story, and we hope you like it!

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Prologue

The night was dark, chill air pressing all around. In this darkness lay a town, almost a small city, it's castle and fields asleep. On the outskirts of the town was a house, and in that house, a child was about to be born. The woman was hours into labor, the midwife was uttering sweet calming phrases to the panicked woman. Normally there would be a father as well, there to comfort the woman, but his was not a normal case. The father of the child had been a musician, a street performer, serenading crowds with his music in exchange for money. He had spent the summer in town. That was how the child was conceived, a wild night at the height of summer.

The midwife was worried that there may be complications in the birth. But there wasn't, and at the exact stroke of midnight, the child was born, a beautiful, healthy girl. Her eyes were already open, light green and sparkling, surveying the world into which she had just been thrust. But here was the tragedy of it, the mother was dead, clasping her last gift to the world to her slowing heart and saying a name, the child’s name.

             "Kathy."