Post by Oliver on Feb 13, 2007 20:12:52 GMT -5
The large full moon hung in the sky, illuminating the grounds that surrounded the manor of the Raven Clan witches. The carved raven statue, that had been placed in the garden many years before this night, was perched like a watch dog on it’s stone pedestal. It’s wings were spread as if trying to intimidate an intruder, beak half open in a cry as it’s fiercely sharp eyes looked out upon the territory.
Although it was just past midnight, a light shone in a window on the second floor of the manor, contrasting the row of windows next to and below it which were all dark. The only lit room was medium sized and painted with warm colors, giving it a cozy feeling. It was occupied by three individuals at the moment. Two of them, one male and one female, stood on opposite sides of the bed. The third, her stomach round and bulging, was laying on the bed, her forehead dripping with perspiration and her eyes closed.
“You’re doing great Lena, just a little longer.” The woman to the right of the bed said, flashing an encouraging smile.
Her dark hair was long and slightly curled, pulled back into a pony tail that reached her mid back. Her green-brown eyes could be seen behind her wire frame glasses. She was only wearing a long night gown that hung just above the floor due to the fact she’d been roused from her bed in the middle of the night to hear the news that her sister had begun to go into labor. She gently mopped the sweat from her sister’s brow and tried to comfort her.
“That’s right... not long now.” Came the voice of Lena’s husband. He was an average sized man with blue eyes sitting on the other side of the bed. He ran a hand through his messy black hair a moment then reached for his wife’s hand.
The woman whom they spoke to didn’t seem to react much to their words. Her eyes were closed and there was an expression of pain and gloom upon her face. This was the third time she was going through the pains of child birth and the previous two times had been fruitless events since none of the children had survived for very long. Lena wasn’t ready for another disappointment. It was only because of her husbands determined talk of having a family that was more then just the two of them that she was in this state now.
A minute passed, then two, three, fifteen, thirty... soon moving to an hour and counting. By the time the clock struck two in the morning, the trio was worn out and tired from anticipation, especially Lena who’d spent the whole time as all mothers going through labor did. However, by two-thirty the wait was over, and a new arrival was greeted into the Raven house hold.
Although the child had finally come, it was not greeted with instant joy, but with worry and anxiety. From the moment Amara, Lena’s sister, held the baby, it was quite evident that something was wrong. The child, a female with green eyes and slight fuzzy traces of black hair, did not cry out loudly, screaming as a normal baby did and after several minutes, the color of her skin did not begin to darken, but stayed deathly pale.
The child made the motions of crying. Her mouth opened, her face scrunched tightly and eyes closed, but no sound accompanied this. She was silent and upon examination, Amara announced she would most likely always be silent. Her vocal cords were defective, unable to vibrate to use sounds easily like other children. Lena would never hear her child coo or cry as other mothers did. Lena wasn’t much phased by this though. She didn’t expect her child to live to be more then a month old, like the other’s who’d come before her.
Amara’s examinations lead her to the same conclusion as Lena’s. The small girl was pale and barely moved. Her arms and legs were weak and she didn’t flail them about like the average infant. Her respiratory system was far from healthy and the child spent it’s time either eating, sleeping, or gasping for air.
Although it was just past midnight, a light shone in a window on the second floor of the manor, contrasting the row of windows next to and below it which were all dark. The only lit room was medium sized and painted with warm colors, giving it a cozy feeling. It was occupied by three individuals at the moment. Two of them, one male and one female, stood on opposite sides of the bed. The third, her stomach round and bulging, was laying on the bed, her forehead dripping with perspiration and her eyes closed.
“You’re doing great Lena, just a little longer.” The woman to the right of the bed said, flashing an encouraging smile.
Her dark hair was long and slightly curled, pulled back into a pony tail that reached her mid back. Her green-brown eyes could be seen behind her wire frame glasses. She was only wearing a long night gown that hung just above the floor due to the fact she’d been roused from her bed in the middle of the night to hear the news that her sister had begun to go into labor. She gently mopped the sweat from her sister’s brow and tried to comfort her.
“That’s right... not long now.” Came the voice of Lena’s husband. He was an average sized man with blue eyes sitting on the other side of the bed. He ran a hand through his messy black hair a moment then reached for his wife’s hand.
The woman whom they spoke to didn’t seem to react much to their words. Her eyes were closed and there was an expression of pain and gloom upon her face. This was the third time she was going through the pains of child birth and the previous two times had been fruitless events since none of the children had survived for very long. Lena wasn’t ready for another disappointment. It was only because of her husbands determined talk of having a family that was more then just the two of them that she was in this state now.
A minute passed, then two, three, fifteen, thirty... soon moving to an hour and counting. By the time the clock struck two in the morning, the trio was worn out and tired from anticipation, especially Lena who’d spent the whole time as all mothers going through labor did. However, by two-thirty the wait was over, and a new arrival was greeted into the Raven house hold.
Although the child had finally come, it was not greeted with instant joy, but with worry and anxiety. From the moment Amara, Lena’s sister, held the baby, it was quite evident that something was wrong. The child, a female with green eyes and slight fuzzy traces of black hair, did not cry out loudly, screaming as a normal baby did and after several minutes, the color of her skin did not begin to darken, but stayed deathly pale.
The child made the motions of crying. Her mouth opened, her face scrunched tightly and eyes closed, but no sound accompanied this. She was silent and upon examination, Amara announced she would most likely always be silent. Her vocal cords were defective, unable to vibrate to use sounds easily like other children. Lena would never hear her child coo or cry as other mothers did. Lena wasn’t much phased by this though. She didn’t expect her child to live to be more then a month old, like the other’s who’d come before her.
Amara’s examinations lead her to the same conclusion as Lena’s. The small girl was pale and barely moved. Her arms and legs were weak and she didn’t flail them about like the average infant. Her respiratory system was far from healthy and the child spent it’s time either eating, sleeping, or gasping for air.