HELLO! Yes, I am starting a second story while halfway through my other story New Darkness. Now, this story takes place is the future, so if there's any confusion let me know!!! Enjoy my new story!!!
Chapter 1: The Birth
"Come on Rose, you can do it!" Jake Long; a tall, strapping man with jet black hair and a green hair strip was gripping hard onto his wife's hand. The hand of his newlywed was Rose Long. Rose was a beautiful young lady, with eyes that shone like sapphire and soft blonde hair. But her usual peaceful features were contorted in pain. She was lying on a hospital bed, with Jake by her side and doctors waiting. Rose breathed deeply, clutching her bugling belly. There was a mighty burst of pain from within Rose's body, and it began moving.
"It's coming!" she cried, as the doctors rushed forward. Jake grasped her hand even tighter, smiling broadly.
"Come on Rose!" he coaxed. "Come on baby, push!"
Mustering every ounce of strength, Rose's body contracted as she began forcing out her child. She gave a scream of anguish, feeling Jake close to her and hearing his words of encouragement.
"Almost there Rose…you can do it!"
"Here's the head!" cried the midwife. "One more push mummy!" With what was left of Rose's power, she gave it one last and might push. Suddenly, the sound of babies' cries filled the ward like a beautiful song, filling Rose's heart with love and joy.
"Congratulations, it's a boy- wait!" Jake snapped up his head, face lined with worry.
"What's the matter?!" he asked, squeezing Rose's hand harder than ever. The midwife's face was rounded in shock, but soon she broke out into a broad smile.
"Congratulations," she began. Wrapping up the new born in a soft blue cloth. "There twins!" She passed the bundle of joy to a shocked Rose, who slowly unravelled the cloth concealing her new children. As the last sheet of blue was removed, two little babies slept soundlessly side by side. Rose could see one was a lovely baby girl, with a tuft of jet black hair-just like her dad. While the other was a hansom little boy, who bore perfect blonde hair in little tufts.
"They're beautiful…" Rose whispered, tears of joy running down her face, mingling with the sweat. "They're perfect, they're…" her shining blue eyes travelled from the baby's faces to their plump little wrist and gasped quietly. With there little hands laying side by side, Rose could see identical birthmarks burned onto the children's skin- a birthmark which she too bore.
A dragon birthmark.
"Rose," Jake asked in concern, seeing Rose's distress. "What's wro-" Rose sighed heavily, a sigh which Jake recognised as an ominous sign…
"Jake, look at their wrists…" Rose in a chocked voice, hardly more than a whisper. Before the new father even took a glance at his new children's pudgy wrist, Jake knew what was wrong… He knew what his eyes would be drawn to when he looked down upon his children…
He knew that two worlds- Dragon and Huntsclan- had collided.
