Fan Fiction ❯ Dawn's Maiden ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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She ran. Her hair flying behind her, as she fought her way through the maze of trees. Her soft, pale skin was cut in places that the branches had reached out to grab her. She tripped, and grabbed at her stomach, protecting her unborn child within. The child she loved with all of her heart. Stumbling she got back up and resumed the chase. She could hear the feet coming after her. As she stumbled out into the open she heard a small frightening laugh. Praying that laugh was from something that could help her she cried out.

But the figure that stepped out was one she wished she had never seen. Its blackened body thinner than anything had a right to be. “Oh yes, I will help you woman,” it said,” I will help myself to your warm blood.” The woman screamed as the figure stepped near her. “Emi’tean, where are you?” she cried. The wraith laughed as it came closer to the small woman laying on the ground. This will be fun, it thought. As the creature reached a sharply clawed hand to her, the woman felt the air getting warmer. She looked up and saw a very large fiery bird flying towards her. She knew she would be safe. She laughed. The creature reaching toward her suddenly jerked back, was this small woman not afraid anymore, it wondered. Then it looked to where the woman was reaching up to, and saw a large fiery bird. It snarled as it watched the bird swoop down to where the woman was now struggling to sit up. Out of no where, the wraith suddenly felt as if a fire had lit in it’s body, and it was slowly eating it alive. It screamed and ran back into the forest it came from.

The woman sat up and looked at the strange animal that had saved her. “Emi’tean,” she said, “what took you so long?” She gasped as a painful spasm ripped through her body. As suddenly as the bird came it disappeared, leaving a tall man with strong, beautiful features. “My love, I heard you call,” Emi’tean said, ”but Ken’dira would not stop getting in my way.” The woman grimaced as he said that, another painful spasm jolting through her body. She knew she must get somewhere warm soon, or her child would be born in the cold wind that had begun to blow. “I called you because the baby is coming,” she said through clenched teeth, ”I have had pains for the last few hours.” Emi’tean’s head snapped around from where he was checking to see if they were safe where they were sitting. “Why did you not call me sooner? I would have gotten here much quicker,” he said. “I’m not used to having to call people,” said the woman,” being the Elven Princess that I am, people usually come to my aid before I even think to ask.” She grinned, then gasped as another pain rocketed throughout her body, sapping all the strength she had left. As she started to fall back, she glimpsed the face of her lover, alive with the joy that his daughter was going to be born that very day. Emi’tean caught the Princess as she fell, “I think you should lie down,” he said.

The Elf Princess grasped his hand,” I am not going to live. I pray that you will take care of our daughter, and never turn your back on her.” The man looked at her startled. He sighed, knowing what she said was true. He could feel her strength slipping away as they spoke. “You know I will love OUR daughter enough for the both of us, Llelith. She will never want for anything, and no harm will ever come to her.”

The woman smiled and gave a large push. She prayed to the God’s she was born to. As she drifted away from the world, she heard a bird scream with joy and pain, and she knew that her child was safe at last.
Emi'tean looked down at his small daughter as she cried out it a piteous bird-like screech. He gave a tiny smile, and picked her up to carry her away from her now deceased mother. He turned to look at the only woman he had ever truly loved during his long, thousand year life. He waved his hand, and watched as the slender body went up in crimson flames. He walked to the edge of the forest and sighed. Looking around him, he noticed the wasted land that had become of a once beautiful field of flowers. His daughter gave a small chirp, and he looked at her. He finally noticed the small nubs that grew from her back, and turned her slightly so that he could touch one. He gasped slightly when he noticed that they were small, wet, golden wings, and he set her down on a large branch that had fallen from one of the trees. He searched her body closely, and found that there was a small (large for he small size) golden teardrop edged in crimson on her lower back. He laughed, and turned her back over, noticing that her wings had dried to a shimmering golden, that had a slight glow to them. He waved his hands over her body, and watched as silver thread spun about her body, to cover her with a warm robe. He picked her up, and kissed her on the head. "Your mother gave up her life for you little one. I know that she will always be watching over you, as will I, because I can foresee that you will not be with me long. But first I will need to name you. I will name you Ma' Ma'hariah, after my mother, who loved your mother just as much as I did, even though she was only an elf. But always remember, that even if I am not with you, I am always there."

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