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The wind howls, rain lashing at the glass panes as the Lady of the castle deals with the pains of labour. She hadn't known it was happening, it just kicked up a storm inside her one Autumn night. She didn't much care about the maids giving her a hand in this, it was something she could deal with on her own. She knew her own body after all, they didn't.
"How is this possible?" She cries out long before her first slips out to greet her.
She's a small child compared to the woman she'd just come from, but she looks happy and healthy. Well actually, scratch the happy part as Alcina now bends over to reach down to take her and lift her up to look at her properly. She raises the screaming, lashing child up, bringing her to her chest. Small blonde tufts of hair adorn her small head.
"Shush, little one." Her mother coos, smiling down on her.
The blonde immediately stops her fit of rage and stares up at the one talking to her. Bright yellow eyes lock on to her mothers before closing as she yawns. Her tiny hands becoming tiny fists as she stretchers. Alcina lets out a small laugh until it's mixed with a scream. She falls back into the pillows, trying not to scare her first born as another soon arrives on the scene.
"Good girl," Alcina now soothes the blonde as she sets her down lightly next to her, severing the cord between them with her claw as she does so.
She then bends down and picks up her next, this one more frenzied than her first and no matter how much she tries to calm her down, the brunette isn't having it.
"Shush, my child. Shush, mama's here. Mama's here."
The child kicks forcefully, crying and screaming all until her mother snaps.
"Enough!" She glares down, seeing yet again bright yellow, but this time teary eyes blink up at her. "I'm sorry, little one."
The brunette kicks out her legs again and Alcina knows for sure this one will be her rebel child as another now makes it presence known.
"Again?" Alcina frowns, this time placing the brunette on the opposite side of her.
She huffs and strains forcing free another addition. This one is quiet, taking her time to try to understand just where she is. Her eyes are wide once her mother picks her up and holds her.
"Welcome, little one. Don't be afraid," she coos.
This one seems to have pinkish coloured hair, not too brightly pink though. She seems skittish and nervous, her eyes glancing everywhere before she folds into her mother's embrace, burying her face in her mother's nightdress.
"There, there, my dear." Alcina soothes the young one, feeling somewhat relived that her body seemed to be calming down once again.
She gives them all a quick feed, places them beside her and turns over to go back to sleep when a painful cramp takes hold. Thinking it may be something worse happening, she tries to climb out of bed, only the pain grips her and holds her in place with her legs dangling off the side.
"What is happening?" She panics as painful contractions start playing up again and she's somewhat relived, only somewhat because she's not entirely sure what is going on.
Everything is dark, but it's so warm here. Do you really want to leave this place? You can't help but shift slightly, something was pushing against you, warm fleshy walls were pushing down on you. How rude. You don't want to leave here, it's so warm and cosy and.....
"Hurts! Hurts so bad!"
What is that annoying voice, and that sudden pressure upon your feet.
"Get out! Get out!"
You've only just been able to properly feel things and now something or someone is yelling and pressing on you. No, you want to stand your ground. You find the will power to move your arms even in this cramped space and push against the meaty wall, showing the one against you who's boss here. This earns a sharp gasp and you're rather pleased with yourself at that. Hmm, until you feel your vessel move and suddenly you're feeling more pressure pushing you down and out. Another force is suddenly against you now. No. No. No. You don't want this, you don't.....
"Ahh! Get the hell out of me!"
Someone really wanted you out, but did you? Not in the least as your fingers grow out claws which you use to try to stay where you are, only it earns you cries and more pressure pushing you down. Your fingers slip on the slimy walls and before long cold hits your head. You feel the hairs on your head move slightly, the dampness of your skin is made much cooler as the air hits it.
"Ahhh!"
More screams are heard above you as you feel yourself slipping more and more from safety. It's cold here, cold and oh how you realise you're going to fall. Your arms dangle by your head as your legs slip free. You're falling through the air, falling at a speed you've never felt before. You're gonna hit the floor you were sure of it. However, you hit something soft, something that felt like what you were wearing. Skin? Yes, skin. The skin thing moves to fit your shape and before you know it you're moving through the air again, it's like a sheet has been lifted and now you see everything. The cold doesn't bother you as you're more preoccupied by where you're now going.
"Ah," someone breathes deeply. "You better be the last."
The last? Oh, wait, there was more of you. You remember it now, touching your tiny hands against another tiny hand or maybe it was a foot you think as you grab your own. The one holding you laughs before you're taken back around to the bed.
"You caused me so much pain, you little rascal." The one holding you looks down on you, she's the first one you set eyes on. The first one you actually saw.
"Ma-ma," you greet excitedly.
Her face changes in an instant, she's shocked you're already speaking.
"You know I already have all your names set out for you. You, my little one will be Evelyn."
"E-Eve-lyn," you repeat with a chuckle.
Your mother smiles and praises you, offering up a teat for you to suckle from. You close your eyes, your hand pressing upon her breast for more of that sweet delicious blood milk.
"Drink your fill little one and you can join your sisters."
Once you're done, you smack your lips. A mix of blood, milk and saliva drools out of your mouth, which your mother wipes away for you.
"Sleep well, my sweets." She smiles as she tucks you in with your sisters.