As the pregnent women starts to push her sister waits, hoping. Seeing that the babies shoulders arn't coming out right she reaches in to give assistance. When she feels the baby, she finds what seem to be small limbs coming out of it's back that are preventing it's passage: "Oh no.". Rapping her hands around the baby she starts to pull slitly. Sliding the baby out she looks at it with what seems to be almost horror. Grabbing a blanket she starts cleaning the baby as if she could wipe away the deformities.
As she's cleaning the baby it starts to cry. "Well." asks the mother who is waiting to see her baby. Quickly wrapping it in a blanket so only it's head shows, she hands it to her sister: "It's a girl, but . . ." "But?" as the mother looks up at her. "It's as we feared." "What? No, she . . ." and she looks back down at her baby. Gently, she starts to slowly pull the blankets away, showing the results of the birth.
The child was of mixed blood.
16 months ago a monster had raped the mother. Not thinking about the possibility of reproduction, she was happy when she discovered she was pregnent a few months later. Even if it was confusing as to who the father could be. She didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary until two months before the bady was suppposed to be due. When she started getting strange feelings in her stomick, and when the baby would kick it felt almost as if it would kick straight through her gut. What really got her attention was when she started bleeding, but she didn't go into labor and the baby was still alive. Then she started thinking back to the attack and started to fear the worst. "No, no it can't be." clutching the infant to her chest, and closing her eyes as though trying to erase the truth. Her sister crawls to her side, and pulls her sisters arms down making her look at the baby, and starts to cover it up again.
"We'll get rid of her." says the mother. Her sister looks up at her: "What?". "We'll get rid of her. Throw her in the river; say it was a still birth. No one will ever know." "You can't mean that." "Can't I?" "No, you can't. She's your daughter." she tries to reason in a pleading voice. "A daughter that was forced on me. Do I have to show you the scars that monster gave to me. Some of them are still healing!" "No, no you don't have to show me." her sister says in a quiet voice, have'n dressed most of those wounds herself. "Then its settled?" "No its not." her face changing into a stern look. "I wont let you blame the child for what happened to you. I'll take care of her myself if you wont." "You can't mean that?" "Oh, can't I." "Fine then, do what you want, but don't come to me for help." "You have nothing to worry about, I wont." Picking up the child, she leaves the cottage with her: "What have I done?" she thinks after closing the door. Feeling the cold air the baby starts to cry, looking down at her, her look softens "Don't worry little one, I'll look after you." and she goes to her own cottage.
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It was easy enough to keep the baby a secret. Her sister never talked of her again after the first night, except once. Before she died, she talked to her sister one last time "How is she?" "She's fine, growing stronger everyday." "Please, if she ever asks, please tell her that her mother loved her, she was just too afraid." she died shortly after.
But keeping her a secret wasn't a problem, it was keeping her out of trouble in the cottage that soon became a problem. Not knowing what effects the mixed blood would have, it nearly put her into shock when she saw her walking at 2 months of age. "If she'll age this fast how long until she starts trying to go outside." But she had little to worry about, after those few steps she seemed to stop growing altogether, plus another surprise showed itself. When she woke up one morning she found a statue of her in her room. Nearly screaming in panick "What? What's happened?" looking at the stone figure. She stayed in the cottage all that day just looking at the statue and that night.
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