Violet Magic

Violet Magic Prologue

Gasp. The woman woke with a start, her eyes opening suddenly and her whole body going rigid. The dream had been so vivid that she dared believe it had not been a dream but a vision, similar to the ones in her families history that she had never told her husband about. There were many things she had never told her husband about. The pain had been so severe and those eyes...

She fell asleep again and the vision dream came to her again.

Pain, immense pain, oh how it hurt to be in labour once again. "push, my lady, push" came the voice of the midwife. I replied with a grunt and a big push. I felt the relief of the child coming out once again and a small child was passed into my arms. Oh her eyes, such a strong purple I could barely look but I had to, oh and look, her hair had some roots and they were purple to, this was bad very bad.

Suddenly my view changes and I am looking up at someone. I seem to be very aware of my surroundings and everything in the room but all my attention was solely on this one face looming over my head and those beautiful sparkling green eyes. I then realise that I am looking through my new daughters eyes at my own face. The face, my face is flushed and distorted with a pain I cannot feel. The face screams and whispers quietly "Isabeau her name shall be Isabeau" I am then passed to another and the woman screams again and is told to push.

Pain again, I am back to myself and what has not been realised before has been now, I am the mother of another set of twins. I push hard but I know I have been losing a lot of blood and if I don't get this child out quickly I will lose too much. Finally I am passed another form and it is another boy who has taken after his father. As I hold him I feel myself losing more blood and I know that these children are my last. I look at the little boy in my hands and see his eyes are closed, I feel his skin is cold and I realise that he is already gone. I look to the right where my husband holds Isabeau my first and only girl, I look and I smile.

My view has changed, I am once again my darling Isabeau. I look up and see a big man and then I look to my left where I see the woman with a ghostly smile on her face. I smile back and gurgle. I see another baby in her arms and start to feel jealous, then I realise that he is my twin brother and that he is dead. I look back at the woman's face and stare into her eyes for a few seconds then suddenly the woman's body spasms and she screams, one shuddering breath and her body goes limp. I can feel the man holding me sob and start to shake and I realise I am doing it to, I am crying for this woman who I barely knew for more than 5 minutes.

gasp I am awake once more and the vision has become clearer. I am pregnant, with twins no less. This shall be my final pregnancy and I shall die during the process. I realise I am taking this all very calmly but yet I am panicked because of one thing in the vision. My daughter will have purple hair and purple eyes. In my family there is an old superstition about purple, it means magic. One of the many things I have never told my husband is that magic runs in my bloodline. When a child of my line is born with anything purple it mean they have magic. Usually it is something small like a nail or a birthmark. They are easy to hide and their magic is not very strong, occasionally we will get someone with a strand of hair purple or even an eye, this means their magic is quite strong but still not very strong. My own sister, River has a purple eye, no one has seen her in three years. Oh my darling Isabeau, all your hair and both your eyes are purple, you shall be very strong but how shall you hide it, you are not yet born yet I already fear for your life.