A/N: This is all very fictional, and all the characters belong to me. Please note that there will be some spiritual things in here, and some possible graphic scenes, after all it's set during a war, it'll be emotional too. You've been warned, read at your own risk. Thank you! (Btw, there will be no profanity.)
A Hymn dedicated to the Maiden of Hope, written by Eldric the Bard.
(Verse 1)
In the quiet of twilight, where stars converge,
There walked a healer, her touch a sacred dirge.
Ria, the Maiden, with hands like whispered prayer,
Selfless and humble, she wove hope through the air.
(Chorus)
Healer of wounds, mender of souls,
Her kindness a beacon, her love made whole.
Gentle as moonlight, fierce as the sun,
Ria, the Maiden, our battles undone.
(Verse 2)
She tended to soldiers, both friend and foe,
Stitching torn flesh, hearts mending in the glow.
Thoughtful in silence, her eyes held the stars,
Believing that healing could bridge all the scars.
(Chorus)
Healer of wounds, mender of souls,
Her kindness a beacon, her love made whole.
Gentle as moonlight, fierce as the sun,
Ria, the Maiden, our battles undone.
(Verse 3)
Under autumn leaves, on a stone table's grace,
Candles flickered; mourning etched on each face.
Her legacy whispered through rustling leaves,
A hymn of compassion that time never cleaves.
(Chorus)
Healer of wounds, mender of souls,
Her kindness a beacon, her love made whole.
Gentle as moonlight, fierce as the sun,
Ria, the Maiden, our battles undone.
(Bridge)
And when she departed, the world held its breath,
Ivan, her love, kissed her lips, whispering death.
But her flame burned on, passed from heart to heart,
A hymn of selflessness, woven into art.
(Chorus)
Healer of wounds, mender of souls,
Her kindness a beacon, her love made whole.
Gentle as moonlight, fierce as the sun,
Ria, the Maiden, our battles undone.
Prologue:
The room held its collective breath, suspended in a moment that stretched beyond mere seconds. The midwife's hands moved with a desperate grace, a dance choreographed by life and death. Medications and pain relievers lay scattered, forgotten, as she focused on the tiny formed cradled in her palms.
The mother's cries echoed, primal and raw, reverberating off the sterile walls. Her pain was etched in every line of her face, etched in the sweat that clung to her forehead. The father stood by her side, his grip on her hand unyielding. His own voice had joined hers—a guttural yell seemed to pierce the very fabric of existence.
And then, silence.
The room held its breath, waiting for the verdict. The baby girl lay still, her chest unmoving. The midwife's heart raced as she leaned over, her fingers trembling as she began the desperate rhythm of life. CPR—a symphony of hope and urgency. She pressed her palms against the fragile ribcage, willing life into those tiny lungs.
The father watched, his eyes wide with fear and longing. His wife's pain was etched into every line of her face, but there was now something else—a fierce determination, a silent plea.
And then, miraculously, the cries came. A wail that shattered the silence, a declaration of existence. The baby girl had lived.
The midwife's smile was of great joy, born of relief and wonder. She wiped away the remnants of birth, wrapping the girl in warmth and love. Gently, she placed the baby in the mother's arms, a sacred transfer of life.
The father knelt by the bedside; his eyes fixed on the miracle before him. His voice was a whisper, a secret shared only with his wife. "She has your eyes, Eveyln," he murmured, tracing a finger along the baby's soft skin. Evelyn nodded; her exhaustion forgotten. She looked down at the girl in her arms, her heart swelling with love. "And she has your skin tone, Henry," she replied, her smile radiant. "Our little miracle, Ria."
The joyful couple sat there, cocooned in the warmth of their love. To them, it felt like mere minutes—an eternity of wonder and gratitude. Little did they know that this tiny life held within her the power to change the world. Little did they know of the greatness their daughter possessed—a legacy of love, resilience, and hope.