It's time for chapter one xD! I'm glad I got positive feedback fromthe prologue, but here is when the real story begins!
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Chapter 1
-The Birth-
"You're heartless!" The cry of a slightly pudgy aristocrat cried behind the bars of a wooden cart, her fingers clenched around its bars. The small camp of bandits chuckled around there camp and laughed before her, mocking her cries and pleads of help. The woman felt tears sting her eyes as she witnessed the sight of the fire crackling around the numerous men, the horizon dark with the threatening fear of night, and she herself, helpless and hopeless in a dark cage.
"Their only gonna make you suffer more if you keep that up." A young bard sighed as he gently strummed the strings of his lute, he too, being held captive inside the wooden prison.
The woman angry whipped her head around, her face; painted with deep rich make up, full of scorn. "You! Remember your place! How dare you converse with me! I am Isabella of the Germaine Family! I will NOT resort to speaking to mere bards, nor getting advice from them!"
The bard merely chuckled, "But my sweet lady," He added with a dull sarcasm, "We are both in the same predicament, eh? Being held against are will, off to be sold as slaves to whoever bares the fair price…ah, this calls for a sweet lament of a life we once all known." The bard once again strummed his lute, humming along to an equally sad memory.
The noblewoman, fully enraged by the truth he tells, stomped over to the bard and whipped the lute from his dirty hands. The bard, quite frightened, looked up at woman in sheer horror.
Not his music!
"How dare you!" Isabella cried, "I was not born to be a slave! I was born to a high life of jewels, wondrous parties, banquets, conversing with high lords, I was to be married in a matter of weeks before this happened! A life of a slave…" The woman mocked laughter, "Is surely not meant for the likes of me!" The woman was frustrated, she collapsed to her knees, causing the cage to rock a bit, and spread out her now tattered plum dress. She threw her head into her hands and sobs. The bard, not knowing how to react, patted his hand on top of the woman's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" The aristocrat screamed as she slapped his hands away, the bard just merely shrugged and picked up his lute from across the cage, and strummed once more.
"My dearest, one day she will return and all will be alright…" The Bard, known as Geoff, murmured before chanting the words to the latest melody he had composed.
"The Hero of Albion, so far away. Please come back, we miss ye this day. We live a life of toil and shame, only brightened by the sound of your name. In need of great solace, we hope and pray-"
"SHUT UP!" One of the bandits hollered in exasperation as he rang a gunshot into the night's air, completely freezing the bard's moment and shaking the aristocrat to the bone.
"Yer littel ero is gone, long dead and gone!" One of the other bandits yelled at them as he fiddled around with his cheap sword by the fire.
"Yeah! Bet the bitch choked on a chicken bone sum was and died a sad death!" The bandits laughed, amusing themselves.
"Your wrong, Sparrow will be back one day! We know it!" Isabella cried defiantly as she rose from her sobbing, finding new found courage somehow. Perhaps from the criticisms the bandits were giving their glorious hero.
"And she'll knock everyone one of your heads off!"
The bandits were silent as they all looked at each other before bursting out into hysterics, shoutings of "Ooh!" and "Wer scered!"
"Why don't you just shut it?" The lead bandit, Thrasher, warned as he walked up the cage with his cheap pistol at the woman's forehead. Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the man, whose appearance glimmered eerily in the firelight.
His black eyes were covered by a red sash with small slits; his long wild black hair cascaded down his shoulders. His scruffy beard seemed to carry bugs within its wisps and his ragged bandit clothing truly gave off the appearance of a mad man. On top of his head, two enormous buck's antlers sprouted, making him look tall and imposing.
"So my dear, would you please shut yer trap before I blow it off fer ya?" Thrasher said in an eerie politeness as Isabella gulped, beads of sweat running down her skin. "Yer little Hero is dead, why else wouldn't the lass be back? Ferget the life you once had, it was only a dream…"
"Yeah, a dream!" A lankier bandit agreed as he rose from his seat, his arms waving in the air. "The little whore probably got too many diseases and shriveled up and died-"
BAM!
A merciless shot rang throughout the air, which made Isabella and Geoff shut their eyes in panic and fear. But as the seconds passed, and they felt no pain or agony about them, their worried and scared eyes opened to a sight they thought they would never see the day of…
The bandit earlier, who just called their Hero a whore, laid their dead, head shot completely off. The other bandits looked alarmed and confused, especially Thrasher.
Dead silence…
"Alright, which one of yers did that?!" He roared towards his crew, breaking the tension.
"He there was the best chef I had!" He pulled out his rustic long sword, ready to massacre the one responsible. The other bandits cowered in fear, for they knew none of them would dare to strike a fellow member, especially of favorite of Thrasher!
"P-Perhaps it was a rival gang!" One squeaked out as he bowed helplessly before his leader, "Perhaps Strangler and his men!" The others, soon hearing of these words, instantly began agreeing and shouting out similar ideas to convince their leader of this story. If it would save their heads…
Thrasher, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, thought this over. His eyes suddenly alarm, if it was so, then an ambush was at his heels!
"I guessin ye be right!" Thrasher realized as he looked over his men and the dead chef, who else would be envious of his chef than Strangler! That fat bastard!
"Show yerself!" He roared a battle cry as his men prepared to fight, all facing the direction of the shot.
Isabella and Geoff stepped farther back against the cage, terrified. For once in their lives, they prayed for these bandits to win, for if this rival bandit gang won, they surely wouldn't take any prisoners…living anyways…
"I said, SHOW YERSELF!" Thrasher roared menacingly as his men punched back into a fighting stance, after a long five minutes of nothing, Thrasher lowered his weapon, eyes still focused on the dark nothing from the gun's shot. No fight? No ambushes from the trees?
What kind of scheme is Strangler trying to pull?
"Alright, guard down. There is no one; the bastard would have struck by now." He began as he faced away from his men and towards the prisoners but then…
BAM!
His eyes froze, all color draining from his face. The weapons from his hands rattled to the ground, and all his men stared at him in sheer awe and horror.
Thrasher's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell backwards, lifeless to the ground with a large thud.
"Thrasher!" Some of his men cried, the others too shocked to speak. They all looked upon his dead body, finding a blank red gun wound in the back of his head.
What has happened, what ahs happened to their beloved leader?!
"For a bandit leader, he really is careless with his battle techniques. The world is better off without him." A mysterious voice suddenly said, breaking the thoughts of the bandits.
Isabella and Geoff opened their terror filled eyes to behold the savior that just killed the atrocious thug. Their mouths both dropped, aghast.
There, in the middle of the camp stood a woman concealed in a heavy black cloak. In her hands was a mystified weapon, Geoff winced his eyes to get a better glimpse of it. It was a pistol of some sort…
"You bitch!" A bandit cried out as charged after the woman, his teeth clenched. "I'll rip your head off!" He hollered in deathly cries as he went to pounce on her but before he could even come into ten feet of her, she took a simple step back, cocked her pistol at him, and fired with an amazing precision.
Right in between his two eyes.
The bandit fell mid-air to the ground, the blood pouring out effortlessly out of his head. The bandits stared in horror, some in awe. The mysterious figure simply raised the gun to her lips, blowing gently against the rising smoke it produced.
"That weapon…" Geoff murmured into wonder, shock, and joy. "That weapon…!" He cried out in delight as he jumped to his feet, much to Isabella's annoyance.
"What is going on-?" She began but was cut off by the bard's great joy.
"Don't you see that weapon, Isabella?!" He cried out, grabbing his lute and strumming it joyfully.
Meanwhile, the cloaked woman was focusing on her next move. She examined each enemy, hmm…
'Common bandits, probably the same rank of Thag's men. Should be amusing…' She chuckled to herself as she unsheathed her sword.
The sword, magnificent in all its glory, glimmers and shone brightly in the dark night, its very edges sending off electric charges against the firelight.
Isabella's eyes widened…that weapon…was the…
The bandits froze as their eyes beheld the blade, that unique blade…only belonging once to Zuna Daichi and…and…and…!
Their eye traveled to the gun in the woman's other hand, the golden gun with its inscription of a red dragon dancing along its sides…
"T-The Red Dragon…"Geoff murmured, Isabella's eyes widened.
It couldn't be…
"Miss me boys?" The woman laughed as her dark hood fell, showcasing her true face. The bandit's eyes widened, their mouth's dropped, their legs shaking in fear!
"S-S-S-S-Sp-!" One tried to call out but was completely cut off when another bullet was launched, and settled nicely into his neck.
"IT'S SPARROW!" Isabella and Geoff cried out in joy as they couldn't believe their own eyes, "We're saved!" Isabella cried out in sheer relief and happiness.
The bandits, knowing they were now doomed, dropped their weapons and slowly stumbled backwards.
"Please free us!" Geoff cried out in desperation.
Sparrow, her bright blue eyes flickering in the fire's light, smiled. Her long blonde hair flowing freely in the wind, "I guess Albion really does need me after all, shame that the town guards can't even handle you guys." She cocked her pistol and aimed, and before the bandits could even think about escape and fired rapid shots, hitting each one in the head and some in the crotch region just for fun before finishing them off.
Few who managed to escape the bullet tirade scampered and tried to run, but unluckily for them, Sparrow never misses, only forgets where to aim. She shot and fired, a devious smirk on her perfect pink lips.
As soon as the gun's ammo ran out, Sparrow frowned upon her weapon before pushing it back into its holster. She looked up, only three left.
They all cowered in fear as they prepared to fight, inadequate weapons in their shaking hands and Sparrow doubted they knew how to properly use them.
She firmly held her Daichi, ready to fight. "Well now, ready?" She winked as the bandit's gulped. But as the familiar grasp of the Daichi in her hands once again vibrated against her skin, a grasp Sparrow made sure to avoid, her awareness snapped back to reality.
She couldn't…it would be too close…too risky…
One lunged for her, but she swiftly dropped her Daichi to the ground and side-stepped gracefully, knocking him down with her elbow. Then not only a second later, with god-like speed, Sparrow whipped out her Red Dragon, reloaded, and fired rapidly at the man on the ground, ensuring his death.
One blink would have been enough to miss her move.
As the deed was done, Sparrow's eyes then traced toward the remaining two bandits, whom stood there, legs shaking. Sparrow rolled her eyes, readying her pistol.
"W-We'll be leaving now!" The two cried out as they attempted to run, Sparrow sighed at their moves.
"Goodnight…" Sparrow murmured to herself to the bandits as she cocked her pistol, finger already on its delicate trigger. The men ran slowly for her, she could easily target their heads as they scurried, two blows was all it could take…
She arched her back slightly, ready to pull against the trigger, her mind already registering the command for her hand but then...as if all of a sudden…
A raging pain hit Sparrow hard as she gasped out for breath with an "Oh!" stumbling forward, firing the pistol as her hand dove downward. The gunshot rang through the air as it missed entirely.
The pain subsided as quickly as it came as Sparrow's arms flung to her stomach, desperate to keep her balance. She clenched her teeth in frustration as she got a glimpse of the bandits still running, too far to strike; she too immobilized to go after them.
Her legs shook as she clutched the gun tight before putting it back into her holster.
They got away…
..She let them.
Before Sparrow could even think about what has just happened, two cries for help ran through her ears.
"Sparrow, please free us!"
"Get the key, I beg of you!"
"R-Right…the key…" Sparrow reminded herself as she steadied her body, re-adjusting her cloak.
She slowly made her way to Thrasher's dead corpse and just as she was about to bend down to retrieve the key, a task she had done so many times in her life, she was cut short.
Once again, her awareness saved her, protected her. She couldn't bend down…for how would she get back up without suspicion?
As she looked down at the body in frustration, then at the two helpless desperate souls in the cage, Sparrow was stuck.
She had to free them, if not, then what was the purpose of all of this?! She couldn't let these people suffer!
Using her Heroic instincts, her mind was quick to think of a solution. Sparrow's eyes drifted toward her Red Dragon and as she grasped it, she had an idea.
She approached the caged cart and firmly held the pistol at the lock that bound the door to its walls, she cocked the gun.
"Stay back." She warned as Geoff and Isabella retreated to the back of the cage.
And as Sparrow's eyes narrowed in her aim, she aim and shot the lock mercilessly until it was decrypt and fell.
Sparrow smiled happily as it worked, pulling open the door and setting the prisoners free.
Once Isabella saw the door open, free for her to go, tears of joy ran down her puffy cheeks. "Oh, thank Avo, thank you so much!" She cried out as she went to embrace her Savior but Sparrow took a careful step back, avoiding the hold.
"Your freedom has been given back to you, "She smiled warmly, "Just be careful next time someone offers you a wonderful vacation or some glorifying chance for a performance." And with that, she turned to leave.
"W-Wait! We don't know where are! We were blindfolded and taken here! Please, tell us where we are so we can return home!" Geoff begged as jumped out of the cage.
"Rookridge, just follow the path until you get to Bowerstone. Quickly though, I've slain all the bandits that would have been on your way but I don't know how long it will take before more replace them. Go." She warned, and with a few more grateful thanks and praising of her name, they fled off to Bowerstone.
And off to spread the Good News that their Great Hero has returned.
Sparrow looked on as they ran, and smiled slightly.
"This is what I love about being a Hero…Oh!" She caught herself as she stumbled back once more, catching herself before she fell over.
Pulling back her cloak finally, she placed her hands on her stomach…her huge,swollen stomach.
"You must warn me when you do that," She gently whispered to the being inside her, "Two bandits have gotten away because of you…"
She gently rubbed her stomach, her smile now a soft frown.
"I'm sorry did the fight disturb you?" She asked it, but as she felt another powerful kick to her stomach, Sparrow winched with another 'oh'!
"I see, you enjoyed it…" She murmured as tears streamed down her face, she did not know why though. "How many months has it been…? Eight?"
She mentally counted the days, all the way to that night with…She winced and clenched her teeth at the painful memory.
"Yes, about eight…" She sighed as headed off to the opposite directions of the two freed prisoners, heading wherever the road where to take her and her unborn child…
But as she headed out, she bent over with difficulty to grasp her Daichi she had dropped earlier and just as Sparrow had predicted….she had trouble getting back up.
The winds gripped her and tugged at her cloak, making Sparrow clench her teeth. She had to find shelter and soon, this wouldn't be good for her or the child if she stayed out tonight.
She looked up the sky, and noticed dark heavy clouds forming and brewing over the horizon. She really needed to find shelter.
She walked along the paths of Rookridge, expertly taking out stray bandits with her Red Dragon without her presence even being known. She had to, there was no other way, and she wouldn't be able to deal with another fight for a while now.
It wouldn't be safe for him…or for her.
Sparrow once more looked at her swollen stomach, and felt a few tears stream down her face. Whenever a mother looks down at her pregnant stomach, warmth and happiness flutters in her heart, awaiting the joy of being a mother.
But…
Sparrow can't find herself to love this child…she just…can't…
She can't even bear to call her own; all she can think of is that it's his.
A permanent scar of that horrible night…
It sickened her. Knowing that a piece of that bloody bastard is inside her, growing. She felt like a monster, harboring his seed.
Sparrow fought back a gag, knowing that he was inside her body, taking root in her innocent pure body…it made her sick.
She remembers the sheer agony and devastation when she found out, when she actually begged for her monthly curse but to no use. She prayed that the sickness was of tainted fruit she had eaten, and she prayed so desperately that the budding bump was of all the excess eating she consumed.
All Sparrow thought was 'Not his…anyone but his…' as she figured out the grim news on her own. But who else would it be? He was the only one who ever slept with her, the only one…
She never touched or thought of a man the same way again after that incident.
What kind of horrible, corrupted woman was she that she could not bear to love the child she is with? What kind of woman would hide the fact she was pregnant by a heavy dark cloak, hoping no one noticed her ill fate.
Sparrow fought back tears, "Sparrow, mother of the bloody Reaver's child…." She murmured to herself in bitter melancholy.
And so, with the news of her unfortunate fate, Sparrow had to stay away from Albion…
She couldn't return to the land she loved and the people she cared for in such a disgraceful manner, she was ashamed…
They couldn't know.
What would say to her when they saw her bump? Her anguish, her weakness?
What words they say when they heard Sparrow had broken her vow? Pregnant? No husband to fall back on? With him of all people?
Sparrow sniffed as she could just imagine the words they word murmur as she walked past, or even worst, the silence that would linger in the air.
'Look at her, this fallen disgraceful hero…' The gossiping women of Bowerstone will say.
'Couldn't keep your legs together, eh?' The drunks would guffaw
'How could our wonderful saint lay with such an evil man? Perhaps you're not as pure as we all thought…' The Temple of Light monks will curse.
'And you would scorn us?! Look at you!' The whores will laugh.
Sparrow knew that if she returned, all these remarks would slap her right in the face. But as she stayed in Samarkand secretly, murmurs and whispers spread of Albion, begging and crying for their Hero. She heard of the horrors that defiled her land, how hopeless they were without her…
She had no choice.
Not even the child or shame couldn't keep it away from her home, her life. She decided to return, for who would win if she stayed back in Samarkand?
If she stayed in Samarkand, she'd have to keep avoiding Garth and…that bloodied pirate. And in Albion, she'd have to avoid her shame…and devastation.
But she wouldn't let the shame win; she'll overcome this and sacrifice, for that's all she knew…all she knew was sacrifice…
Sparrow sobbed quietly to herself as she continued her walk, recounting these thoughts and how often they'd occur in her head. What would Rose think if she saw her now? Hammer?
Hammer would hate her…she would never want to speak to her again.
…and Theresa?
The blinded fortune-teller. She probably foresaw all of this as soon as Sparrow had brought her Reaver that day on the beach before they went to destroy Lucien. Perhaps that is why she smirked when she caught glimpse of Reaver for the first time…
She hated her for it. Hated her for not warning her, to keep her safe…
The only mother figure she has ever really known…betrayed…
Sparrow could not delay the inevitable. She was all alone; no one would ever help her.
She had no one to depend on, yet the world depended on her.
It…wasn't fair!
"Why…Why…Why am I chosen for this fate!?" Sparrow cried as she placed her hands over her stomach in agony. It was always her! Always one to sacrifice for others! Why?! And here she was…sacrificing her own being for a child…conceived out of hate.
A child she despised.
"I-I-I hate you!" She spat in between her sobs, "I hate you so much!" She wept as she instinctively held her stomach, as if her body loved the being.
She could not help it.
"Just-Just…"Sparrow tried to cry out more hateful words but her mouth was dry and Sparrow felt the most searing pain one could ever imagine. Her mental pain suddenly became physical and Sparrow gasped out in pain as she collapsed to her knees.
She could barely move, her stomach pounding harshly and vibrating than ever before. And as if the pain couldn't do much worse, an immense amount of liquid gashed out and Sparrow stared down in horror.
Tears sprang from her eyes……No, not now, any time but now!
She wasn't prepared! She didn't think this through at all!
She was…she was…She was scared!
She couldn't deliver now!!
The rain started to pick up, and Sparrow could feel her child pulse and move around, anxious to find a way out.
"N-No, please hang on…!" She cried as she tried getting to her feet, desperate as she fell once more.
She frantically looked around her surroundings and in the distance, she saw the Inn. Thank Avo! The Rookridge Inn! She struggled to get to her feet, and she only barely managed to shuffle a few steps before stopping, falling to her knees again.
Sparrow couldn't move, the baby was coming and she couldn't move!
The thunder roared loudly and threateningly in the distance and more and more tears burst from Sparrow's eyes.
She felt like she was going to die, she needed help.
'Rose…please help me!' She cried as she prayed to the heavens above.
She needed someone, anyone!
"Help!" She cried out in pure agony as she barely managed to shuffle towards the Inn, begging for someone to come, "Help!"
'Please send an angel to help me…!'
She kept crying out the word until her throat became raspy and sore, her stomach dangerously close to collapsing under her weight. She gripped it tight in sheer desperation.
"Someone, I need help! Please!" She screamed as she finally reached the two front doors, banging the doors with all the might her body would allow her.
The Inn was dark…as if it was empty. Sparrow's eyes widened in disbelief and pain as she clutched her stomach harder, red puffy eyes streaming full of tears. She banged against the wooden oak harder, determined for the help she knew would not come…no one would come…
"Please…" She begged as she found her feet slowly giving out, her body sliding against the front door and falling to the wet earth before her.
Her vision became foggy and blurred either by dizziness or by her tears, or perhaps both.
"Reaver…" She clenched her teeth in sheer hate as she spat his name, if she ever sees him, she'll find a way to kill him that immortal bastard! She swears to Great Avo himself! She'll shove that Dragonstomper .48 right up where no soul should ever go!
"HELP!" She screeched out. Her head seemed too heavy to lift and she desperately aimed her red dragon at the doors, hoping the loud noise would cause any attention.
But as no soul opened the door, and no angel came…Sparrow's hand became weak and fell to the ground limply, her Red Dragon falling to her side.
Her eyes, brimmed with tears, darken as the pain succumbed to her as she found it harder to breath…harder to breath…
So hard…
Death is not your destiny Little Sparrow…
-Theresa
As these words echoed in Sparrow's throbbing head, a sudden light glimmered around her and Sparrow's eyes looked upon the doors of the Inn once more…
As if the heavens answered, and Avo himself relieved her of her aid; a young beautiful barmaid opened the door and gasped in horror as she saw the fallen Hero at her knees, desperate and hurt.
Sparrow could not believe the sight before her.
The woman…was so beautiful. Long golden blond curls cascaded down her shoulders as dark brown eyes looked upon her in worry, her white barmaid attire almost flawless and clean as heaven itself. There was certain…angel-like radiance to her…
"Sparrow?" She asked, shocked as she helped the hero up, her eyes widening at the sight of her belly.
"You're baby is coming." She murmured to herself but Sparrow cried out in agony as another painful contraction hit.
"You must help! I'm about to give birth! A-And I'm scared, you must help me!" She clung to the woman's white dress as her weight shifted and the Great Hero leaned her weight uncontrollably against her.
"Of course. We must hurry! Come, Come inside!" The barmaid issued as she ushered the helpless woman inside the empty inn, slamming the doors shut.
The angel-like barmaid helped her up the stairs into one of the rooms, and Sparrow didn't stop to think how the once-dark inn could have become so warm and bright, or how this woman appeared so suddenly.
"AH!!" Sparrow cried out as she felt another contraction hit her, slowly tearing apart her stomach.
"You must push, Sparrow!" The barmaid, whose name Sparrow found out was Emily, ordered as she brought multiple hot towels and rags up the steps. The woman's radiance was something Sparrow saw as unearthly, almost like the presence of an angel…
Sparrow sat up from the bed, sweat dripping mercilessly off her forehead. Her eyes were weak and all she wanted was sleep but she couldn't… she had a job to do.
In her mind, it was like a bitter quest.
Emily sat on the opposite edge of the bed and flipped back the covers that held Sparrow, revealing that Sparrow was fully dilated. She grinned up at the Hero, "Your all set! All you have to do is push-!" But before she could even finish her order, Sparrow pushed and shoved as hard as she could.
All she wanted was for the child to get…out!
"Get him out!' Sparrow cried to the barmaid, tears streaming from her face "Get him out!" She kept shoving and pushing, using her Heroic Strength to its full advantage, and as she did, she heard the barmaid cry out "I can see the head!"
Sparrow gasped in tears as she said this, the words only made this painful reality more real .She was giving birth…to Reaver's child!
"Keep pushing!" Emily ordered as she gently guided the baby out, Sparrow pushed harder and harder, praying somewhere that Reaver was getting his bloody ass kicked!
The pain, it was so unbearable! She wanted it done, she wanted it over with!
'I hate this child! I hate him so much! Just, I hate you! I hate you! I hate-!" Sparrow's thoughts were was cut off as she heard a small cry and the cooing of Emily
She…had done it…
Sparrow's eyes widened as she saw the angel-barmaid cradle a small baby, wiping and cleaning him off.
"Beautiful baby…" Emily crooned sweetly. Looking at the child, Sparrow felt not hate as she had expected but…something else…
"Why…it's a small baby boy! You have a son, Sparrow!" The woman congratulated as she smiled warmly as Sparrow, whose eyes were wide and amazed.
What was this feeling? Didn't she just hate that child so much a few moments ago…?
What happened…to the hate? What happened…where did all this love come from?
Sparrow went to reach out to her son but as she lifted her arms, another surging pain surged through her body; Sparrow gasped and clutched her stomach in pain.
Why was there so much pain?!
"AH!!" Sparrow screamed as she found the urge to keep pushing more and more. Emily, as if she had expected this, placed the crying infant on the edge of the bed next to Sparrow as she lifted the blanket once more, only to see another head coming!
"Sparrow, you're giving birth to twins!" The woman cried out in sheer joy as she prepared for another baby, Sparrow gasped out in tears.
Twins?
Twins?!
What in the name of all that is holy and blessed?!
TWINS?!
Sparrow heaved and pushed, and she did, she looked to her side to her crying son, who seemed lost and confused, just like Sparrow. Sweat pounded down her forehead as the barmaid ordered her to keep pushing, Sparrow pushed harder than before.
All she wanted was that baby to get out!!
'C'mon little baby, please make it…' Sparrow found herself praying as she kept pushing, finding this much longer than the boy's birth. She didn't realize how much love she put into it this time than the last. It was like the little boy placed a spell on Sparrow, and Sparrow had no desire to get rid of it…
She wanted to love them.
She did love them.
Suddenly, she didn't care of the pain, all she had was anticipation. She wanted to see her child! She wanted to see him so bad! And then suddenly…like all the potions and resurrections phials in the world bestowed upon her…all the pain just …disappeared…and the sound of a crying infant echoed again throughout the empty inn.
"W-What is it…?" Sparrow gasped as she flung her head back, still admiring the baby boy stirring beside her.
"A girl…you have a daughter as well Great Hero…"
"A daughter…?" Sparrow asked innocently as she looked up with hopeful eyes, her eyes unbelieving. Once again, she saw Emily holding a crying baby girl in her arms, wiping her like she did the boy.
"You're very lucky, they're so beautiful…" The woman smiled warmly. "Just how they should be…"
She placed the girl in the Hero's arms, Sparrow still shocked and in awe, and then placed the boy in her arms as well, taking in the sight of the now Mother.
The Mother of the Twin Heroes.
Bringing a child, none the less two, brings a new perspective on all things.
When a mother looks upon her babies for the first time, she realizes that until now, she had no idea what love really was.
She saw before them all possible lives the boy and girl might life.
Every choice has yet to be made.
-Theresa
And the card with an image of a smiling fallen angel and two baby sparrows joined the midst of the darkness…
Yay! Done! Did you guys like it? Eh, I feel kinda iffy about Sparrow going into labor, I'm not used to writing stuff like that so I hoped it would be alright...lol. What was your reaction, shock? Haha
But please tell me if you liked it, I'd love to know what you think!
See you next chapter!