During the times of Kings and Queens, soldiers with tin suits and a government with little brain and too much attitude, during the time that monarchy ruled a child was born.

This child was an ordinary child or so it first was thought until she was birthed into this world and it was found out that she was not.

She was first seen by the nurse who gave a scream and a curse and then forbiddingly dropped the girl and left her on the cold hard floor.

She was left there all alone as silent as a mouse, no gurgling, crying nor arms flying or her body flailing about but her body lay still and unmoving her head at an odd angle that was most unnatural.

The wife, the baby girl's mother sweating and puffing walked with blood running down her leg towards her baby that she desperately knew she needed to save. Her love ran deep through the well of water that resigned into the soul of this little

baby girl and knew too that she could never let her go.

No matter what abnormities this little girl held she would love her, even if or after that well of water that resigned deep inside bled dry.

Coming to the aid of her child the mother picked her up and checked her head only to see that it was smashed in.

Crying and weeping the mother held her child to her breast and the pain that was throbbing between her legs was nothing compared to that of the pain she felt for her own child.

Walking slowly to the bed she laid her child gently upon its surface and kissed her forehead.

Turning around she looked for the nurse who had delivered harm to her child and was alarmed when she found her nowhere around.

Gathering a deep breath with in her chest she let out a scream and a screech for good effect and let out loud sobs that wracked through her body like that of a scared child.

Letting out a wail she screamed

That woman tried to murder me and my child.