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Originally published on January 01, 2006
It was a terribly black night with rain falling faster than arrows in an ambush. She was sitting where she always sat doing what she always did. And what she would be doing for an eternity more. A knock on the door shattered her thoughts and with the movement of lightning, she was at the door.
A cloaked figure stood at the door holding the hand of a pregnant Halfling. The woman was doubled over in pain; her knuckles were white on the fist holding the figure’s gloved hand.
“What have we here?” she asked nostalgically.
“You know bloody well, woman. I don’t have time for this. Take the girl or you will feel my blade.”
“Give me one reason why I should be afraid of you, Shaghira.”
Thunder crashed in the sky and the rain came down harder. Acid cold drops drenched the Halfling already almost drowning in sweat.
“Don’t do this for me, do it for her.” The figure picked up the halfling and placed it in the woman’s arms before disappearing into the mist. The woman closed the door and placed the Halfling on the bed. Soon cries of a tiny infant filled the small hut and the rain started to stop.
“Damn this weather,” she said as she sat down again in her usual spot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the Weather Master had something to do with this.”
The sun glistened in wet windowpanes and cast distorted dots on the mother and child’s face. The flowers outside turned up towards the sun and a lone nymph behind a tree smiled.
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