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A Mother's Love
Third POV:
Aiyanna strode into the large meadow and plopped down in the middle of it. She caressed the bugle that grew from her; months earlier she had been disowned by her father because of the same bugle that she now loved so dearly. She was barely eighteen and still held the slightest bit of a child's features but her strong will and determination drove that juvenile look away often.
Her long, silky dark hair fell in waves to her waist and framed her face perfectly; her eyes were the colour of midnight and were atoned by her tanned Cherokee skin. In all she was a beautiful young woman.
Where are you, my love? She thought as she felt the child kick from within her and she giggled lightly.
It was not easy to survive with a child in her and take care of herself in the wilderness with no one to provide meals, clothes, and shelter for her. But the thought of her unborn child kept her going and she'd found a village where the people took care of her. But they didn't know who the father of her child was; her family and village had and banished her before she could explain.
"Aiyanna!" Jayant ran to the mother-to-be and helped her up when she tried to stand. "You know better than to wander far away from the village especially since that fallen angel is raping woman."
Too late, a glum thought enter her mind and she turned toward the man that had found her wandering on the outskirts of his village. "The Ghigua wishes to see you Aiyanna, but I have not any idea of why she does."
"Thank you Jayant will you walk me back to the village?" he nodded and they began down the dirt path, he took her hand and even she could see the blush that had spread across his cheeks through his tanned Indian skin.
Jayant had come to fancy Aiyanna and was wishing she would become his bride but Aiyanna's heart lied with another and she knew that she could never truly love Jayant. But she stayed with him anyways and he'd been very accepting of become her child's adoptive father even through it was not his.
They had reached the village and Jayant led her to the Ghigua woman's hut.
"Hello children and thank you for bringing me Aiyanna, Jayant can you please depart I wish to have a private talk with her," Atina motioned for Aiyanna to sit on the blanket that was place on the ground.
"Child you will give birth soon I can sense it," the Wise Woman poured Aiyanna a cup of herbal tea but once Atina's eyes met hers she knew the Ghigua knew something about her unborn child. "I can also sense the Darkness that has wrapped itself around you as if something or someone is keeping an eye on you."
Aiyanna looked down at her tea in guilt. "I was the first he bedded with."
A tear fell into her tea and she realized that she was crying. "My father practically threw me at the angel, I did not have any intentions of even liking him but once I looked into his amber eyes I was trapped and I fell in love with him."
Aiyanna's father was the one who had given his young daughter to the fallen angel but when he became obsessed with having woman and started raping them, her father was not pleased with her. He thought that she was the one who had made the immortal so possessive and repulsive and when she learned she was pregnant her father's last tolerance for her snapped. She was disowned and thrown out of the village where she had grown up.
Atina didn't say anything she just listened to the eighteen year olds story but once Aiyanna was done the older woman reassured the girl. "You can still stay in the village but if the villagers find out then you will surely be banished again. I will not tell anyone but once it is time for you to give birth I will have no power to stop them from seeing the child."
Aiyanna nodded solemnly. "I know but please protect my child Atina, even if I am killed during birth or when the villagers decide that I should be punished for my crime. Please even if my child has to go to its father just as long as they are safe."
Atina took the girls hands in her own and swore to the girl. "I pledge no matter what, even if you shall die, the child will be safe. Let it be heard and let it be bound."
Aiyanna felt the hot tears spilling down her cheeks and she hugged the Wise Woman. "Thank you Atina."
She waved the girl off. "Yes yes now go and enjoy yourself."
Aiyanna wiped the tears from her eyes and went to find some of her new friends, not knowing that in just a mere week she would go into labour and give birth.
When she did go into labour though, it wasn't a pleasant one. Aiyanna felt as though she was being turned inside out and the blazing flame that was rushing through her body was scorching her in ways unimaginable.
But her sudden relief came when her child was pulled from her womb but instead of crying like most the child was silent; she instantly feared the she had given birth to a still born. But the people who had helped her deliver the baby were staring down at her child in disgust; there was one face that wasn't twisted repulsion. Atina's face was smiling softly at the child as she told Aiyanna that she had given birth to a boy.
The mother was overjoyed by the fact that she had a boy, even though he had the body of a raven but the limbs and eyes of a man, that she didn't seem to notice the numbness that was consuming her slowly but steadily.
"You have done well child," Atina handed her son to her and Aiyanna cooed at her son lovingly. The villagers were shouting and screaming at the fact that she had given birth to a monster but she didn't care, all that mattered right now was her son.
"Atina take him I am dying, take him and run. Make sure that he is safe please," Aiyanna put her son into the Ghigua's arms but not before naming her son then the two were off.
Aiyanna welcomed the numbness and death with open, content arms but not before sending out a prayer that would hopefully reach the ears of a greater being. Please take care of him and lead him on the right path.
The boy felt his mother die and emptiness filled his heart. Even though he was only a few moments old he was much aware of his surroundings and feelings. The woman that held him was one that he could trust and was taking him to a safer place, but the woman's arms were not the ones that he wished held him. He yearned for his mothers welcoming embrace and her affectionate voice singing him to sleep but he now knew that she would never be able to do that again.
Because of him she had died. But he could still hear her soft, melodic singing and he knew that she never would truly be gone from him. The new born boy burrowed himself deeper into the woman's arms and fell asleep to his mother's singing voice.
While he dreamt he saw his mother singing and dancing to the drum sound. He felt loved and cared for and he would never forget his mothers sacrifice for him. She had loved him so dearly.
And even though he was only a few moments old, he made a promise that he would never forget his mother as she whispered his name one last time.
Rephaim.
