A cry arises from new and untried lungs, filling the room with its exuberance. The sound draws me closer to the birthing bed. Spent, the mother lies back upon the sweat-soaked pillows, her labored breathing beginning to return to normal. I pull my iridescent wings in close to my back to better fit within the small, crowded room. Handmaidens part before me, bowing. The midwife meets my gaze for but a moment, then lowers her eyes as she steps back.
Moonlight spills in the nearby window, illuminating the cradle from which the cry emits. A hum builds within my chest, making me feel as though my soul is a tuning fork. The sensation grows stronger with each step I take. Stealing myself, I grasp the cradle with both hands and lean in to look inside. Tiny, perfect limbs thrash with an energy that matches it’s cries. Pale blue eyes stare up at me out of a pudgy face, the intelligence within them far too great for a newborn.
The humming within me explodes, nearly buckling my knees. But I’m prepared and can withstand it. The vision that follows is another shock entirely, though. I see the child as it grows; crawling, running, playing, and finally fighting valiantly against a legion of invaders. He is victorious many times in many battles. Ultimately, he falls to the enemy. The vision leaves me as quickly as it came, taking my breath with it. I can feel the expectant eyes of the child’s loved ones upon me and I hesitate to turn and face them.
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