Dark Magic
“Her babe was born one fine morning in mid-spring. Outside, the sun shone bright and strong. Beams of sunlight streamed in from the blue skies, and every time her mother tried to draw the curtains, she begged her to leave them flung wide. Somehow, the floating flecks of golden dust gave her something to focus on, relieving her pain.
The birth went relatively smoothly, and her fears shifted once it was over with. Would it be a troll, as the old crone in the forest had hinted? Would she have made something that bore fangs and fur and wanted only to creep upon her roof at night? The birth itself had been bad enough, but it was torment of an entirely different kind to have no idea what she was she birthing.
She’d been somewhat relieved to know it could not have been covered in spikes and hooked talons. She would have been ripped apart and likely bled to death if that were the case. But many a twist of flesh were still possible, even if it was smooth-skinned.
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