Cealia
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Life isn't easy. Wrapped around a worn-out bloody cloth is a baby. Lying on a beaten wooden carrier log just big enough for her. She is alone, cold, hurting, and hungry. Crying for her mother. Begging for warmth. All she can do is cry or die. Left on a foggy twilight. Her cries echo, her spirit dim. She will die in a few hours. Then, heavy footsteps approach her. A frightening, huge figure stops in front of her. His breath was heavy and warm, breaking the cold air between them. He stops to look at the infant. Why leave her here? Did they want her to die? Get eaten by the hungry beast? No... The infant is drenched in blood that isn't hers. The figure ponders. She looks up at him and stops crying. Both motionless. He leans down and lifts the wooden log. He wraps her with his scarf and throws her behind his back, and ties her securely. As they leave, a carving appears on the log and glows. It reads, "Cealia; magic runs deep. With you always." The figure and infant disappear into the twilight darkness.
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In the darkness of her dreams, she saw herself standing at a window looking down below, only to see a misting, swirling fog. She could not see the ground and did not know how far down it was. She had no idea where she was. Soon after, she was led down a dark hallway to a room with a large altar. She felt herself being lifted up and then placed back down on the hard stone surface. Now all she could see was a large man, holding a knife in his hands, with the sharp edge pointed directly over her heart...Then a different man with deep blue eyes was looking down at her, and his hand was caressing her face, telling her everything was going to be ok. A loud bang on the door made her startle and rise up. There, coming through the door, were several large angry men, dressed strangely in what looked like animal furs and carrying ominous looking weapons. Some had clubs with sharp objects attached to the ends and others had sharp axes and swords. She could hear her own screams escaping from her lips, and she opened her eyes to notice she was lying in her bed in the safety of her room in the convent where she lived. She was still trembling and had to tell herself it was just a dream. She was safe and no one would ever be able to hurt her.

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