Alright, so this is me attempting a multi-chapter story! It's probably going to end badly, just to warn you.

Dear Mia,

Oh, my dear, sweet, precious child. You deserve so much, so much more than I could ever hope to give you. I can not promise you love or happiness, but I know that wherever you go will be safer than here. So I leave you with this book of letters-letters I have written to you so you know I love you. Remember that. I don't care if you mourn me or hate me the rest of your hopefully long life as long as you know that I will always love you. I wish that I could tell you I hope to reunite one day, but that is a lie. If everything goes to plan, then I will never see you again and you will never know me. And that is for the best. I know you will never understand why, but trust me when I say that my world is very dangerous and so am I. I look at you now, just a newborn, so helpless and small, but I can already see the strong, beautiful woman you will become. I think you'll have your father's hair. I'm glad. It's beautiful. There are so many things I want to tell you, so many stories we should be able to share, but it's almost time to part ways. I don't know where you'll go from here, my darling, but know that you will never be alone. I will always be with you, even if it's not the way either of us imagined.

Remember, I love you.

Your mother

The woman wiped tears from her eyes hastily, only managing to smear them across her cheeks with the dirt that was already caked on her skin and colored her hair darker. She closed the midnight blue, leather-bound journal and kissed the gold lettering on it's cover. Mia. With a choked sob she buried her face in her hands. How could she do this? This was her child, for god's sake! But she'd never be safe with you. You know that. You have to give her the best chance you have. But it was still so, so hard. She didn't have anyone left. Finding out she was pregnant all those months ago had been terrifying, but she loved her baby more than the whole universe, and after tonight that last hope would be gone, too.

The echo of footsteps gave her moments warning before two shadows were visible coming toward her. She pushed her messy hair back from her face hastily and clutched her daughter close, standing to greet the newcomers.

"We only have a few minutes." The guard warned as he took a defensive stance, scanning the room as though danger could be on them any moment. That danger was becoming more real by the second. The new mother stepped forward, shaking with silent tears as she held her baby out. The woman, her face covered by a heavy gray cloak, took the child securely in her arms and reached out place a cool hand on her friend's arm.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Her accented voice was soft and comforting.

"No," the younger woman sniffed, "no, of course not. But what I want doesn't matter. Her safety does."

"There are other ways." She pleaded, hating that she had promised to do this. "The father-"

"No!" the mother shouted. "Her father is dead to me. He must never know about this."

"Ma'am," the guard interrupted, "we've got incoming. If we want to go, it has to be now." The older lady turned a panicked gaze to her.

"Go," she whispered back, "you have to go." She took her friend's cold hands firmly in her own and pressed them back around her daughter's sleeping form. She nodded and backed away.

The young mother turned around and wiped away another tear. She gasped suddenly. "Wait!" She yelled, picking up the forgotten journal and running to the retreating pair. Panting slightly, she tucked the book into the folds of her daughter's blanket and pressed a soft kiss to the child's forehead.

"I love you, my daughter, my Mia. I love you so, so much." She whispered before stepping back and nodding. "Okay." She swallowed. "Okay, leave. Hurry."

"I'm so sorry." The alien woman whispered before turning and running off. The guard gave her a solemn nod before following. With a sigh, she walked back alone, closing the door behind her.

"No," she sobbed, "no, I want her back. Please bring her back!" She let out a heart-broken scream and slid to the ground with her head bowed and hands clutching desperately at the bars of her prison cell.

She would never see her child again.

Okay I know that was short, but it's just a little prologue to warn you: Mia is not normal. I welcome theories and ideas always! Also, would anyone be interested in me doing a video of the day? So many cool Youtube videos (unfortunately none of which are mine) that I would love to share!

Please review!