Disclaimer: I own all those people that nobody recognises. The recognisable people belong to the lovely L.J Smith. I am not making anything for this, it is just for fun.
I know, I know. I'm supposed to be updating my other fic "The Dark Prince" but I still have a lot of family problems right now, I got bored in tech and I needed to do something so I wrote this fic. Nobody really knows much if anything about Thierry Descouedres' family, so I decided to write a fic about it.
When I feel better, I'll update my other fic, but the reason I'm doing this one, is because it only took ten minutes to write out, and then half an hour to type out. Whereas "The Dark Prince" takes at least an hour and a half to type out one part, I'm only going to do about four or five parts to this fic anyways, but don't worry to all those fans of my other fic, I will update it. A friend of mine told me that if I don't finish the last story, my characters will come back to haunt me.
Please send me your email address if you would like an email telling you when I've updated "The Dark Prince" and I'll send you one, I'm going to wait for a couple of weeks at least before I update, so please send me your email addy for an update announcement.
Theorn.
Part 1: Theorn.
"Push Nariko. Push." The healing woman says to me, wiping my sweaty brow.
I push as hard as I can, the pain unbearable.
"Big push now Nariko. One more." She says to me again.
"That's it Nariko." Hecate Witch-Queen says to me, joining in with the healing woman.
I give one more massive push, grunting in pain, and I hear my baby cry.
"It's a boy." Hecate says.
"What are you going to call him?" the healing woman asks, handing me my son.
"I am going to call him…Theorn." I reply, hugging my baby close to me, and kiss him on the forehead.
Outside, the thunder and lightning storm, that I predicted would happen on the night of my son's birth, comes full force, the rain making a trickling sound as it runs down the sides of the small cave that we are in. The wind making a terrible wailing sound.
Theorn stops crying and opens his eyes momentarily; his eyes are the colour of the skies at night, not quite black, but near enough.
He also has a good chunk of blond hair atop his head; it is so light that it looks white.
My hair is a light blond also, but I have blue eyes that always changes colours between blue, green and grey, sometimes all three at the one time, they are also flecked with gold.
Theorn's father, on the other hand, has jet-black hair and dark brown eyes.
My eldest son Conlan has jet-black hair, like his father, and the same eyes as me.
"Let me bless this child?" Hecate asks, holding out her hands to take me son. I hand him over to her and she mutters some words under her breath, she then reaches down and dips her finger into some gold cave paint and drags it across Theorn's forehead.
The healing woman takes Theorn from the Witch-Queen and takes him out of the small cave attached to the main one. Twenty minutes later, she comes back with a clean and dressed Theorn, who starts to cry again because he's hungry.
I expose my left breast and offer it to him, expressing the milk as soon as he has attached himself to it. As he feeds, he falls asleep, and Hecate takes him from me after he's finished feeding.
"Come child." The healing woman says to me. "Let's get you cleaned up now." She helps me up, and guides me to a warm spring in the far end of the cave; she helps me take my clothing off and helps me into the water.
I get myself washed and dressed in clean roe deer hide clothes and a fur cloak around my shoulders. The seasons changing to colder weather.
Hecate hands Theorn back to me, and we walk through the corridor connecting the small cave to the main cave.
"Nariko." A male voice calls to me.
"Rama." I say to the man. He comes over to me and kisses me.
"Rama? I would like you to meet your son, Theorn." I say to him.
My husband looks down at Theorn and then holds his arms out to hold him. I hand Theorn over to him and they just look at one another.
"My son." Rama says.
I feel something tug at me and I look down to see my three-year-old son Conlan.
"Mother? Can I hold the baby?" he asks innocently.
"Of course you can." I say. Rama hands Theorn over to Conlan and Conlan just looks at Theorn as if the baby is a poisonous snake.
"I don't like him." Conlan says, handing Theorn back to me.
"Why not?" I ask my elder son.
"He's scary." He replies. I know that the two of them are going to grow up to fight quite a bit.
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A/N: please review and let me know what you think of this story, I'd really appreciate it, it might help with my personal problems. Thanks.