Okay i swear i hav not forgoten Dread Child I've just been busy and un inspired but i am trying to write more for it
Prologe
"Focus my love, my Skjorta, focus!"
"Ahkriin, I feel so weak."
"Dah dii heart, I can see our kiir!"
"AHHHHH!"
All fell silent and Ahkriin held his breath as the small child was finally pushed from its mother's body. The storm raged outside the tent filling the parents with dread until
"WHAAAAAAA WHAAAAAAAAAA"
the child cried.
"What is it?"
"Mon a daughter" Ahkriin felt tears fill his eyes, "a beautiful baby girl."
He passed the babe to her mother. Skjorta felt awed at the wonder in her arms.
Ahkriin looked to the tents opening "kest los bein," he sighed.
"What are we going to name her?"