This story is a work of fiction for creative writing purposes only.

This story is not made for personal enjoyment or wish fulfilment and may not be appropriate for

I was told by my friends to kill off Elsword because they hate having males in their games.

Once upon a time, on a snowy day in December a child was born that was prophesized to be great and powerful. In a cabin on the outskirts of a village lived a couple who had a young girl and soon another child. In a candle lit room, muffled screams of pain were coming from a young woman lying on a bed stuffed with straw. Her husband was holding her hand while their daughter was on the opposite side of the bed looking at her mother in awe. The midwife was busy shoving her hand into her orifice.

"You are almost there, dear, you can do it."

"Listen to your husband, your child is almost out."

The young woman was not happy with their words of reassurance for she had been in labor for 12 hours. She had been tearing up throughout this entire process and her daughter had been wiping the tears from her eyes.

The three year old girl wasn't sure what was going on or what they were doing, but all she knew was that her parents were in the process of babymaking.

"When's the baby coming out?"

The mother breathing heavily looked at the girl and replied, "Not yet, soon, soon you will have someone to play with. So please be patient for me, alright?"

The little girl nodded silently as her mother continued to strain herself. At the time they were talking, the midwife stared intensely at the woman's orifice and a mound flesh poked through the opening.

"It's almost out, your child is almost out! Quickly, get a tub a water and fast. Little miss, can you go help your father?"

The young girl nodded silently and ran after her father. The midwife began to mumble to herself and the young woman wasn't sure what she was doing. The midwife stood up and prepared her tools and reassured the mother that her part will soon be over. She moved back to where she sat before with her tools, and moments later the girl and her father came back with the tub of water. As the midwife performed the necessary tasks to delivering the baby, the little girl sat down beside her and stared at the bloody orifice. The girl had a look of fear on her face as the placenta came out. It was attached to her sibling and she cried out and flailed about as she tried to stand up. Her father urged her to go to his side and she did. The midwife chuckled to herself as she washed the bloody infant in the tub of water. She snipped the umbilical cord after tying it up at one end.

"May I see my baby?"

"Why, yes you can, my dear."

"It's a boy, darling, it's a boy."

"He's a beautiful baby, our beautiful baby."

The father picked up the little girl and sat her on the side of the bed and said, "This is your baby brother, why don't you say hi to him?"

"Hi," said the girl as she carefully touched the baby's hand.

"My job is done here, take care and raise that boy properly. We can't have the boy cause us trouble you know."

"I'll show you the way out then. Stay here with your mother and baby brother while I help her pack up and leave, okay?"

"Okay."

The day had come to an end and the two were merrier than ever over their newborn son. The father had tucked in their little girl and she quickly fell asleep since it was way past her bedtime. As the father closed the door, he turned back to his room and into the cradle they had made for their newborn child. There the baby laid on a mattress stuffed in straw. He smiled to himself and crawled into bed beside his lover. He kissed her affectionately drifted into his own world as he embraced her.

A stag trotted through the snowy forest stopping a short distance from a cabin. Grunting and panting as it silently watched in the darkness. Its head shook violently as bloody drops flicked off its fur and onto the snow. There was a mad look in its eyes and something was not right.

"plshckbleh"

All of a sudden, the sound of glass echoed in the couple's room. The husband got out of bed quickly and lit a candle and looked all over the room. His wife, prompting herself upwards stared at the ugly disfigured being in front of them. It stood on two legs and had the antlers of a stag. It's body was covered in blood and its eyes moved wildly. It shrieked a deafening cry and moved closer to the husband, moving its disfigured hand toward his face.

"Back off, you fiend! Leave us be or die at my sword!"

"Waaa!" went the baby in the cradle.

The beast looked over its shoulder and turned to the baby in the cradle. It stretched out its arm and poked the baby.

"Get away from my son, you inbred beast!"

The father stabbed his damascus sword into the thorax of the stag man and twisted his sword. The beast wailed in anger and swiped at the man, knocking him down. The beast cried sharply and charged at the man. The two began to fight violently and the room shook. His wife ran towards their son in the cradle, but fell short as her husband was shoved onto her. The beast looked at the two and rammed into them with his antlers. The man shoved his wife out the way and tried to dodge out of the way, only to have his arm impaled by the antlers. The stag man shook the man off and approached the baby. It caressed the cheek of the infant and looked down at it with anticipation. It picked up the baby in its bloody arms and leaped out the window into the forest.

"plshckbleh"

The crack startled the little girl in the next room over. The sound of cracking glass woke her from her slumber. Tired and scared, she wobbled to her parents' room and what she saw was a figure running into a forest and her father covered in blood.

"Father, what happened, why are you hurt?"

"Sweetheart, go with your mother and get help."

"We can't leave you here, we just can't."

"It's alright, just go with your mother, she needs your help."

With a sad nod, she agrees to the request and they leave to get help as her father laid in a puddle of his own blood.

After they went to get help, the village sent a search party for their son and the stag man. They asked for assistance from other villages in hopes of finding a doctor for the young man, but it was too late for they had to amputate his arm.

No one found the baby or the "Wendigo"