The mother looked down at her precious new daughter in her arms. She looked up at her mother with deep brown eyes. The mother looked at her husband grinning. He was so big, so strong but he took his tiny, baby girl in his arms tenderly and had tears in his eyes. "What should we name her?" The woman asked her husband. He looked down at his baby who was now sleeping. "How about after your mother, how about Morrigan?" She thought about it and smiled, "Morrigan, that's perfect!" As the new parents cooed and held Morogan, they did not notice the old woman lurking behind the bushes.
Flemeth could sense the baby would be a mage. Yes the child held great powers. What did they call her? Aw yes it was Morrigan. 'Maybe I will keep the name', thought the witch. 'Yes I'll keep it'. Flemeth usually didn't keep the names of the children that the parents gave them. 'But I'll make an exception just this once.' Morrigan, it sounded important, powerful. 'Oh yes, young Morrigan you will be mine. All mine!' These parents seemed good though, one part of her argued. The one tiny part of Flemeth that remained from a time before she became whatever she was now. But she quickly dismissed this idea as she usually did when there was rare parents that would be good to the child. She always argued that when they found out there daughter was a mage they would send their child to the Circle of Magi, disgusted. Now all she has to do is wait and the perfect opportunity would come!
"Honey come to bed already! I promise Morrigan will still be there in the morning." The husband finally got his wife to leave the nursery. She put Morrigan in the cradle her husband made himself. It was beautiful. It had angles carved to the side of the dark wood, he so carefully cut and sanded down. She grabbed her husbands outstretched hand and they went to bed. Flemeth came out of the closet a little repulsed of the touching scene. She was about to pick up the baby then decided the cradle was small enough. The one she had at home was not nearly as nice as this one. She picked it up and mumbled a little magic and vanished with Morrigan, leaving the cottage and a shocked father standing in the doorway, sobbing silently.