Beginnings

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This begged to be written. It is about Fran and her mother. I have never written a oneshot before, but I felt the need to. Very short and touching. It's about Viera and how the Wood is the mother of their race. Rabbits are one of the first animals born in the spring, so I decided to carry that over to my idea on how Viera reproduce since they look half rabbit. No flames, as always.

A cry of pain echoed in the Wood. A little life entered the world moments later.

It was a Viera. Some monsters and animals were born in the Wood, but this particular birth was the birth of a Viera.

It was a female. She had white hair, just like all Viera. The tips of her rabbitlike ears were black. Her eyes were blood red.

The mother Viera was tired. She was alone, unlike most mother Viera. Most mother Viera had their sisters with them, but this particular one wanted to be alone. She had another daughter in her home village. The mother could sit up. She wanted to see the little life she had just brought into the world.

The first thing a Viera knows is the voice of the Wood. The Wood speaks to a Viera while it is still in the womb. A Viera knows the voice of the mother of her race. The Wood tells a Viera her name, and when the Viera is born, that is all she knows. She knows her name even before the Viera mother is told.

Every Viera had two mothers. There was the Wood, the mother and guardian of all Viera, and there was the Viera who bore the child. Every spring, a few new Viera would come into the world, and the Wood cared so much for all of her children. This particular mother Viera was named Sylva.

Sylva the Wood in thanks for her little gift. A Viera child was the greatest gift. She picked up her baby and just sat there; looking into the red eyes of the child she had borne. The Wood was protecting her from all kinds of predators for the time being.

Sylva listened to the Wood. She had to know the name of her daughter.

Fran.

Sylva looked at Fran. The little Viera began to cry. Sylva knew what to do. She nursed her daughter, caring for the little Viera like only a mother could. There was lots of fruit in the Wood for Sylva to eat, because the Wood cared for her hundreds of little Viera like only a mother would.

That's all that needed to be said. Hope you liked it!