All the horrors that took place all started with one 5 pound baby girl with fawn hair. She was born during a heat lightning storm in 1964, nature must have passed a gift or a curse unto the infant that night... Giving the power of sight- seeing into the future to something so small was a mistake. She must've known what was to come, given the babe came screaming her lungs out. But before she was born, a man came into the hospital dying.
A gang leader had just been brought into the building and was getting emergency care. Being shot in the chest, there wasn't any hope of him surviving the injuries. The moment his heart stops, a young Kele enters the cruel world. As if his evil soul controlled her small body, the screams were nearly demonic. A dark sign.
The doctors knew it, it was a known myth that if someone dies while another is born that their soul will pass to the young babe. Even the mother had the thought cross her mind while in the fresh pain of the birth. Cynthia of only eighteen laid still on the table, exhausted from the nearly 3 day long labor. One of the longest during that time. Wish this creature would get out of me!
Finally after the longest labor of her life, the baby arrived. Gifted with her mother's hair and father's eyes. It was a balance of the good and bad they both possessed. The child's cries filled up the otherwise quiet hospital wing. One life taken, to give another life.
Being sure to cut the umbilical cord, and wrap the naked baby in a pale pink blanket. The nurses took the baby to the sink and washed off the blood and fluids off the infant. Cleaning her up before handing the child back to the young mother. Still panting heavily from the pain. All that for something so small and pure...
Wiggling about, the new nurse struggled to hold Kele and give her to Cynthia.
Who barely could hold the baby close enough to her own body to calm down the unhappy child. A gentle kiss placed on her warm still wet flesh, froze the endless crying. Earning sighs of relief from every adult in the birthing room. Finally a semblance of peace.
"Congratulations Ms. Weaver. It's a girl." The nurse stated, smiling at the sight of mother and daughter.
"Thank you... Hello little girl, you sure like to cause a fuss." Cynthia whispered breathlessly, "What will you name her?" the blonde girl asked happily.
"I think she is Kele... Kele Taima Weaver." Bopping the tip of her button nose, "My little bird." the mother spoke to the cooing babe.
A nurse exits to grab the father, a young man of twenty. He entered the room to see them together at last, his shaggy blonde hair messy from the stress. The mother looked up to see him and waved him over, he stepped beside the bed. Looking down at the infant that he helped to create.
"She is beautiful..." Stroking the baby's soft cheek, "Like her momma." he glanced to Cynthia.
"What did you name this little ball of spirit?" The man questioned, "Kele. Kele Taima. What are we gonna do Alaric? I can't be a mother... I'm not ready-" she stressed.
"You are as ready as you'll ever be. I have faith you will be a great mother to her. You put up with me." Alaric kissed both the girls foreheads, "I will be sure to provide for the both of you. You needn't worry my darling." he rubs the soft matching fawn hair on Kele.
"She will bring peace to us both and the city. Kele must be married to Top-Dollar at eighteen; it's the only way to keep the streets from being ripped apart." Ric explained thoroughly to his darling girl, "She can't know otherwise she'll feel like a bird in a cage.- You can't do that to your daughter." Thia pleaded.
Footsteps approached the doorway, Alaric quickly moved away from the pair. There is only one person who that would be, Cynthia's current fiance Chunta Sisika. Luckily, to save Kele's life, the pair had done the deed the day after as to stop any suspicion that she was unfaithful. She understood more than most about arranged marriages, for she too was being forced to marry. Not for love, but for power. Alaric was her flame that would never go out...
But how could Thia continue to live a lie till her daughter was eighteen?
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The Crow & The Sparrow
FanfictionA baby is born from a Gang leader and a girl who is arranged to marry another. To protect her from any danger at the hands of her step father, the Sparrow's mother must lie for eighteen years. When her daughter too will be forced to marry another ma...
