AN - Written originally for Faeworld at LJ for the prompt Saskia's Past. Not for profit, I don't own anything, if I did Dyson would always be naked, well more than he is now. Any mistakes are mine and there may be loads as I've only seen each ep once.
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"Take her," she whispered, "take her and run and hide her where no-one will ever find her."
"But, are you sure?" the young woman answered, "she's your flesh and blood."
"I won't let her become a pawn in this game," she said sadly, a tear running down her dirty and bloodied face, "let her have a normal life and grow up far from here, I don't want him to find her! Please take her and run," she urged, "give her to a mortal family and let her know normalcy."
"But what about her powers?"
"She won't come into them for some time, her isolation from our world will help make her strong and ready to fight with me when the time comes." she looked down at her little girl one more time and kissed her head, "please, you have to leave, they'll be coming soon!"
"I'll watch over her, I promise."
The midwife turned and ran through the forest, with no sense of time or direction, she ran until she could run no further.
She had to protect the child, keep her hidden from both sides, but she wasn't strong enough.
"Gods forgive me," she cried into the night, for she knew she couldn't do it alone, she needed help and she knew only one man powerful enough to do that.
"Trick," she whispered as she fell through the door of the bar, the child sleeping peacefully in her arms, "please help?"
Aife