Prologue
The bruised, cut-up, very fat woman with blonde hair, green eyes, and ragged black clothing was very lost, as the stalchild could tell. It surprised him to see a human here, for all humans were dead-afraid of this forest, mainly because of tricksters like him. As the woman had passed his sleeping spot, he had remained quiet as to not get her attention. Since that moment, which was an hour ago, he decided he would follow her and see what she was up to.
For the last ten minutes she had been going in circles, and it was highly irritating the creature. As the woman finally chose a different pass, she fell in pain. She screamed and she seemed to pass out. This behavior was very strange to him, and then it occurred to him that she may be dying. He hurried over to the woman, and very frenziedly pulled out his self-made wooden flute and played a ghastly song. He then picked up the woman by the arms and dragged her over to a nearby rock and leaned her against it. He then heard an eerie sound, and knew someone was coming, hopefully someone who knew what to do. Suddenly from the nearby bushes, a stalchild popped out.
"What is it Saber?" the other stalchild said before noticing the human. "What have you done? You know it is against our laws to—"
"I didn't do anything! She just fell, screamed, and kind of passed out. I think she's dying, if she's already not dead. What do we do, Style?" Saber urgently interrupted.
"You are so naive, can't you see this woman is pregnant?" he said checking the woman's pulse.
"You mean she's having a baby? I guess that explains why she's so fat," Saber said considering.
"This isn't too good. I don't think she'll make—"
He was interrupted as the woman shrieked and grabbed hold of Style's hand and gripped. Style was in immense pain and screamed along with the pregnant woman as Saber tried to pry Style's hand from her hold. Just as Saber was considering kicking the woman, she let go and started breathing very hard. Style jerked his hand away and kissed it as he glared at the woman. The human looked up and appeared very frightened by the two stalchildren sitting beside her.
"Who-what are you?" she said shakily, "Never mind, just go! Leave me be! Before it's too late!"
The two stalchildren looked at one another, surprised at what the woman urgently told them, then Saber said, "Fine let's go Style," and then turned to walk away, but Style did not budge. "Style, aren't you coming?"
"You are in critical condition; you and your child may not survive. What is it that would scare you so much that you just don't care?" Style asked the woman.
"Can't you see that I'm human? Look at my ears! This child is sure to have round ears as well, and you know that all humans are slaves for the Hyrulians. I just... can't let this child be treated like a piece of rubbish like I am," the woman sobbed and then screamed at another contraction.
"That's not it," Style said as soon as the woman's cries subsided, "you're afraid of something. Being human, you should at least know that stalchildren can smell fear. What is it that scares you?"
The woman cried again, because of another contraction, and then said, "I hate you magical creatures; can't you just leave me alone!"
"Style, this is none of our business, let's go!" Saber said reaching for the other's hand.
Style wrenched his hand from Saber and angrily said, "I'm not going anywhere until that child is born! Either you can help me or leave me to risk my soul for the child, which will it be?"
Saber just nodded and then said to the mother, "You do know that if a stalchild sees a dying being, they are allowed to give their soul away so that the being may live. The only problem with that is that the stalchild dies in the process..." the woman looked positively terrified and then screamed with another contraction.
"You can't save the child, you just can't..." she cried.
"Why? Why in the hell can't we save this child? I don't buy that bit about slavery; just tell me what's wrong!" Style yelled at the woman who was again screaming with another contraction.
She looked around, as though looking for another option, and then sighed and answered Style's question, "I can't tell you. If I could I would, but since it seems that I'm going to die, I need you to promise me that you will give her to the Gerudos. They are the only people who will take an abandoned child in. It needs to learn to fight, to protect itself. Please! It needs to know love, and unfortunately, I can't give that to it."
"I promise you that the child shall reach the Gerudo encampment, but don't you want to live?"
"No, I couldn't live with myself for what I have done to it," she said peacefully and then had another contraction, which soon led to the birth of the woman's daughter.
The bruised, cut-up, very fat woman with blonde hair, green eyes, and ragged black clothing was very lost, as the stalchild could tell. It surprised him to see a human here, for all humans were dead-afraid of this forest, mainly because of tricksters like him. As the woman had passed his sleeping spot, he had remained quiet as to not get her attention. Since that moment, which was an hour ago, he decided he would follow her and see what she was up to.
For the last ten minutes she had been going in circles, and it was highly irritating the creature. As the woman finally chose a different pass, she fell in pain. She screamed and she seemed to pass out. This behavior was very strange to him, and then it occurred to him that she may be dying. He hurried over to the woman, and very frenziedly pulled out his self-made wooden flute and played a ghastly song. He then picked up the woman by the arms and dragged her over to a nearby rock and leaned her against it. He then heard an eerie sound, and knew someone was coming, hopefully someone who knew what to do. Suddenly from the nearby bushes, a stalchild popped out.
"What is it Saber?" the other stalchild said before noticing the human. "What have you done? You know it is against our laws to—"
"I didn't do anything! She just fell, screamed, and kind of passed out. I think she's dying, if she's already not dead. What do we do, Style?" Saber urgently interrupted.
"You are so naive, can't you see this woman is pregnant?" he said checking the woman's pulse.
"You mean she's having a baby? I guess that explains why she's so fat," Saber said considering.
"This isn't too good. I don't think she'll make—"
He was interrupted as the woman shrieked and grabbed hold of Style's hand and gripped. Style was in immense pain and screamed along with the pregnant woman as Saber tried to pry Style's hand from her hold. Just as Saber was considering kicking the woman, she let go and started breathing very hard. Style jerked his hand away and kissed it as he glared at the woman. The human looked up and appeared very frightened by the two stalchildren sitting beside her.
"Who-what are you?" she said shakily, "Never mind, just go! Leave me be! Before it's too late!"
The two stalchildren looked at one another, surprised at what the woman urgently told them, then Saber said, "Fine let's go Style," and then turned to walk away, but Style did not budge. "Style, aren't you coming?"
"You are in critical condition; you and your child may not survive. What is it that would scare you so much that you just don't care?" Style asked the woman.
"Can't you see that I'm human? Look at my ears! This child is sure to have round ears as well, and you know that all humans are slaves for the Hyrulians. I just... can't let this child be treated like a piece of rubbish like I am," the woman sobbed and then screamed at another contraction.
"That's not it," Style said as soon as the woman's cries subsided, "you're afraid of something. Being human, you should at least know that stalchildren can smell fear. What is it that scares you?"
The woman cried again, because of another contraction, and then said, "I hate you magical creatures; can't you just leave me alone!"
"Style, this is none of our business, let's go!" Saber said reaching for the other's hand.
Style wrenched his hand from Saber and angrily said, "I'm not going anywhere until that child is born! Either you can help me or leave me to risk my soul for the child, which will it be?"
Saber just nodded and then said to the mother, "You do know that if a stalchild sees a dying being, they are allowed to give their soul away so that the being may live. The only problem with that is that the stalchild dies in the process..." the woman looked positively terrified and then screamed with another contraction.
"You can't save the child, you just can't..." she cried.
"Why? Why in the hell can't we save this child? I don't buy that bit about slavery; just tell me what's wrong!" Style yelled at the woman who was again screaming with another contraction.
She looked around, as though looking for another option, and then sighed and answered Style's question, "I can't tell you. If I could I would, but since it seems that I'm going to die, I need you to promise me that you will give her to the Gerudos. They are the only people who will take an abandoned child in. It needs to learn to fight, to protect itself. Please! It needs to know love, and unfortunately, I can't give that to it."
"I promise you that the child shall reach the Gerudo encampment, but don't you want to live?"
"No, I couldn't live with myself for what I have done to it," she said peacefully and then had another contraction, which soon led to the birth of the woman's daughter.