And A Woman Shall Lead Them
By: SereHeart
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
It was about another month and a half before she found the praying rock. A month and a half of climbing a mountain and looking for the rock her God had mentioned, but every rock looked the same and none looked like what she was looking for, if she knew what even that looked like. During that time she foraged for food and snared little animals with the few things she had with her. Then when she entered a little valley deep inside the mountains there, at the bottom, was what she had been searching so long for and there a small distance from it was a cozy cottage with a thick thatch roof.
Tears streamed down her face as much from finally finding a home of her own as when she felt the baby kick. They decended quickly, but safely, to the bottom. The sun was moving toward Sholo when they reached their goal. She got off the horse with some difficulty and stepped up to the rock and laid a hand on it.
"So long.... I have waited so long...." Tears streamed down her face as she felt the wash of warmth she had the day after her rape. It was Monankah, he was with her as he had been those months ago.
"Thank you," she said softly and walked over to the horse. "Lets go see my house," she whispered to Onshey as she started to waddle toward the house.
When she reached it she saw that it was everything she had ever dreamed of in a house. The roof thatch was new, herbs grew inside little planters under the shuttered windows. A little veggie garden grew beside the house. Ripe tomatoes hung on drooping vines, corn grew tall, little ripe strawberries were on their vines, and many other little things grew. The amazing thing about the garden was that it had no bugs chewing on the stalks or their produce.
Tears sprang again to her eyes when she entered the house. Dry cooking herbs hung from the rafters, a little fire was cheerily burning and giving off its heat to warm her chill body. Many things were just like she imagined them when she lay on her bed at night thinking about what she carried. Now it would be another month and a half before she found her labors rewarded.
A month later when the ground was starting to get white with snow she was well set up for winter, she had harvested enough food to keep her full for the five month winter coming. Rabbit, deer, and bear meat dried and cured near the back of the cottage, and their pelts were laying near enough to the fire to be warm to sleep on, but far enough away so they wouldn't catch fire. She sat there next to the fire rocking back and forth in her chair with a pelt over her legs. She hummed as the baby kicked harder and harder.
"You are a fighter," she said to her baby. "You will have to be, there is a long road before you, and I might not always be there to protect you."
Patting her bulging belly she decided sleep would calm her child down so she set about getting her bed ready. But just as she finished a pain, as severe as she had ever felt, ripped through her body. She fell to her knees and felt her water break.
"No it is too soon," she whispered to herself.
But it didn't seem to matter because a couple of minutes later another pain ripped through her body. In the stable the white horse peeked his head through the connecting door and whinnied softly. Then a bright flash of light and the horse was no more and a woman walked into the house and sat by the laboring woman. Laying her hand on her forehead she began to sing and that song relaxed the woman and the pain subsided, the woman lying down was in a hypnotic state.
"You give your mother much trouble small one." The horse lady said laying her hand on the mother's stomach.
"Who are you?" The woman said in a sleepy tone.
"I am Lonveya, daughter of Monankah, your god. I am here to help bring this child into the world, such as it is."
"Oh," the woman said still in the sleepy state. "Thank you I couldn't have done this alone."
"You could have, many woman do on a daily basis. The woman of the Trilla provence have their babies in the fields they work all their lives, wrap them up and go back to work."
"That is terrible! How could they do that?"
"Hush dear, there is time for questions later, now is the time for the baby to be born."
In a rush the pain and the woman screamed out her anguish. Soon the pushing and the pain blocked out that a Goddess was her midwife. Then as soon as it started the pain lessened and before her she saw Lonveya rocking her child.
Leaning forward Lonveya placed the baby in its mother's arms. It eyes were unclouded and seemed to hold all the knowledge in the world.
"A fine child."
Lonveya stood and started walking back to the stable when she turned back.
"An heir to the throne you hold in your arms. A child only sired once in a thousand years. Your assumptions were true she is the child of the king destined to defeat evil that is breaking through the gate of Osami. Take good care of her for she is the only child to be born to the royal line. Farewell, when there is a need I will come again."
Closing the stable door behind her, Lonveya turned back to her equine form.
"Thank you, I will take good care of her I promise." She said sitting there rocking her baby she laid down covered herself in a clean fur and fell asleep with the baby suckling her breast.
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AN: Another chapter fixed for the viewing public of this wonderful site.
By: SereHeart
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
It was about another month and a half before she found the praying rock. A month and a half of climbing a mountain and looking for the rock her God had mentioned, but every rock looked the same and none looked like what she was looking for, if she knew what even that looked like. During that time she foraged for food and snared little animals with the few things she had with her. Then when she entered a little valley deep inside the mountains there, at the bottom, was what she had been searching so long for and there a small distance from it was a cozy cottage with a thick thatch roof.
Tears streamed down her face as much from finally finding a home of her own as when she felt the baby kick. They decended quickly, but safely, to the bottom. The sun was moving toward Sholo when they reached their goal. She got off the horse with some difficulty and stepped up to the rock and laid a hand on it.
"So long.... I have waited so long...." Tears streamed down her face as she felt the wash of warmth she had the day after her rape. It was Monankah, he was with her as he had been those months ago.
"Thank you," she said softly and walked over to the horse. "Lets go see my house," she whispered to Onshey as she started to waddle toward the house.
When she reached it she saw that it was everything she had ever dreamed of in a house. The roof thatch was new, herbs grew inside little planters under the shuttered windows. A little veggie garden grew beside the house. Ripe tomatoes hung on drooping vines, corn grew tall, little ripe strawberries were on their vines, and many other little things grew. The amazing thing about the garden was that it had no bugs chewing on the stalks or their produce.
Tears sprang again to her eyes when she entered the house. Dry cooking herbs hung from the rafters, a little fire was cheerily burning and giving off its heat to warm her chill body. Many things were just like she imagined them when she lay on her bed at night thinking about what she carried. Now it would be another month and a half before she found her labors rewarded.
A month later when the ground was starting to get white with snow she was well set up for winter, she had harvested enough food to keep her full for the five month winter coming. Rabbit, deer, and bear meat dried and cured near the back of the cottage, and their pelts were laying near enough to the fire to be warm to sleep on, but far enough away so they wouldn't catch fire. She sat there next to the fire rocking back and forth in her chair with a pelt over her legs. She hummed as the baby kicked harder and harder.
"You are a fighter," she said to her baby. "You will have to be, there is a long road before you, and I might not always be there to protect you."
Patting her bulging belly she decided sleep would calm her child down so she set about getting her bed ready. But just as she finished a pain, as severe as she had ever felt, ripped through her body. She fell to her knees and felt her water break.
"No it is too soon," she whispered to herself.
But it didn't seem to matter because a couple of minutes later another pain ripped through her body. In the stable the white horse peeked his head through the connecting door and whinnied softly. Then a bright flash of light and the horse was no more and a woman walked into the house and sat by the laboring woman. Laying her hand on her forehead she began to sing and that song relaxed the woman and the pain subsided, the woman lying down was in a hypnotic state.
"You give your mother much trouble small one." The horse lady said laying her hand on the mother's stomach.
"Who are you?" The woman said in a sleepy tone.
"I am Lonveya, daughter of Monankah, your god. I am here to help bring this child into the world, such as it is."
"Oh," the woman said still in the sleepy state. "Thank you I couldn't have done this alone."
"You could have, many woman do on a daily basis. The woman of the Trilla provence have their babies in the fields they work all their lives, wrap them up and go back to work."
"That is terrible! How could they do that?"
"Hush dear, there is time for questions later, now is the time for the baby to be born."
In a rush the pain and the woman screamed out her anguish. Soon the pushing and the pain blocked out that a Goddess was her midwife. Then as soon as it started the pain lessened and before her she saw Lonveya rocking her child.
Leaning forward Lonveya placed the baby in its mother's arms. It eyes were unclouded and seemed to hold all the knowledge in the world.
"A fine child."
Lonveya stood and started walking back to the stable when she turned back.
"An heir to the throne you hold in your arms. A child only sired once in a thousand years. Your assumptions were true she is the child of the king destined to defeat evil that is breaking through the gate of Osami. Take good care of her for she is the only child to be born to the royal line. Farewell, when there is a need I will come again."
Closing the stable door behind her, Lonveya turned back to her equine form.
"Thank you, I will take good care of her I promise." She said sitting there rocking her baby she laid down covered herself in a clean fur and fell asleep with the baby suckling her breast.
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AN: Another chapter fixed for the viewing public of this wonderful site.