A woman's cry of anguish was heard in the heart of the night, waves of energy and magic pouring away from her, scarring the birds and snakes and night creatures in the forest.
This woman, who was about to become Lia's mother, screamed in agony as her contractions worsened, and if she had a knife with her, she would have stabbed the man beside her who was practically the cause the suffering she was presently going through.
'' You son of a bitch!'' she screamed, '' look at what you did to me'', another contraction hit her, weakening her spine and sending a surging ache to her head.
Can you imagine? Even a simple headache felt like hell.
'' I'm sorry honey'', the man pleaded, still holding his wife's hand as a show of solidarity and support. He definitely wasn't pleading like that when he was riding his dick into her just about thirty-seven weeks ago. He definitely wasn't going through labour physically, but the love he had for the woman shouting at the top of her voice made him go into a mental labour, plus the fact that she was squeezing his hand with the intentions of breaking every piece of bone in it.
'' The baby's head is crowning, I need you to give me another push at the next contraction'', an elderly but still beautiful woman said, facing the lady's wide apart legs.
This elderly woman was the lady's mother, and she knew without doubt that her daughter's legs must have been this wide apart when she was doing the deed that led her to this predicament.
'' No, no, mummy, please, ahhhh'', the lady screamed, bathing in pain as another wave of energy escaped from her, sending the objects in the room flying in different directions.
'' You have to push, the baby wants to come out now, and breath, okay? Breath like this'' the elderly woman exhaled and inhaled sharply through her nose and mouth, and the daughter lying on her back, about to bring a new life to the world, copied her move, and soon started breathing like a typical bulldog.
'' Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes'', the lady screamed, another wave of energy and magic leaving her in blue hays.
'' Now, push'', the mother instructed, steadying her hands to hold the baby's head. She too was exhausted, not from putting up with her labouring daughter, but from using all her energy to curtail that of her daughter's, and even though she was seemingly doing a good job, some of the energy were escaping her clutches and causing harm. It had already gone through the slightly open window and had cut a thousand year old tree into a vertical half.
The lady screamed again as she pushed with all her strength, completely breaking the last piece of bone in her husband's hand. She knew she didn't have much strength again, and the more she delayed, the more the strength weared off, and so she gave it her all, but such great fits always came with a price, and in a matter of seconds, she felt and heard the skin of her vagina tearing like a sheet of paper. Even her screams couldn't muffle the sound of her vagina tearing, but she didn't stop, instead she pushed harder, and as the baby's head came out, it felt as if her insides were being devoured by a little hungry beast.
'' Good job, good job'', the mother commended, still using her energy to shield her daughter's as she pulled her granddaughter out of her daughter's vagina, and as she did so, she felt as if her intestines were being dragged along with the baby.
Immediately the little Lia was fully in her grandmother's arms, the old woman's eyes glowed of heavenly white, her blond her shining like the sun, almost blinding her daughter and her son in-law.
The daughter and son in-law knew it best that it was better to leave the woman in her state, hence a distortion of any sort could alter their child's destiny, having more unpredictable consequences.
The old woman was having one of her visions, for she was not only a witch but was also a seer, and as she craddled her grandchild in her arms, she saw the future, what it was that awaited the little one in her arms.
She phased out of her trance to find her daughter and son in-law staring at her with questions in their eyes, questions of what she had seen, and as her gaze met theirs, she smiled heartily and looked at the baby, and only then did the young parents sigh in relieve.
She could have told them of all the horrible things she saw of the future, of what fate had in store for the little one, but she chose not to, for even if the future seemed dark, there was a glimmer of hope, one that she hoped that she could harness.
And so, as the mother of the child settled in to take an after-birth nap, accompanied by her husband who hadn't really given birth but had almost witnessed an equivalent pain in his hand, the elderly woman came up to the young one who was sleeping peacefully in her crib.
Of course there was a glimmer of hope, but then, such did not come without a sacrifice. She knew the price she had to pay, the sacrifice she had to make for the little one, and she was ready for it.
She carried the little one in her arms, gently rocking her as tears dropped from her eyes, unto the little one's cheeks, and slowly, her flesh turned into fine crystals of golden pixie dust, floating in the air before disappearing forever, forever, and the next morning when the daughter awoke, she neither knew nor remembered that she had a mother, neither could she weep for the loss.
But how can you weep for the loss of something you never knew?
The mother picked up her child as the name '' Lia'' escaped from her lips.
The sacrifice had been made, the price had been paid, but it was only a matter of time before that sacrifice of a loving grandmother would be known.