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The problem is, it doesn't have a title yet. Not even a working title. So I'm taking suggestions from anyone who has them. And I love getting comments and critiques, so post away! Hopefully it will get a title soon! Here is the first installment. Enjoy!
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Prologue
The cries of a healthy child filled the cottage as Mirazhe turned to smile at her beautiful new daughter, her first child to survive birth. And the infant was beautiful, with a full head of thick curly hair and a healthy flush in her almond skin.
As the child sensed her mother's scrutiny, she stopped wailing like a banshee and looked up to meet her gaze. Mirazhe took her breath in sharply. Her daughter's eyes were clear, penetrating, and brilliantly green-blue. She tried to look away, but could not tear her eyes from those deep pools of unfathomable depth. She was unable to banish the feeling that her soul and her deepest, darkest thoughts were being exposed and opened like a map for all to read.
Then, quite suddenly, the feeling vanished. The infant opened her mouth in a toothless, endearing smile and she cooed happily, gazing at her mother with adoration. Mirazhe was visibly shaken, but still did she return the smile. It wasn't the child's fault, after all. She must be being irrational, for how could a child gaze into her soul?
She lifted the baby out of her cradle and rocked her back and forth, crooning a lullaby. Her daughter's eyelids blinked once, twice, then closed in sleep. Soon her breathing was deep and relaxed, and she snuggled closer to her mother. Mirazhe continued to hold her infant to her chest as she wandered about the cottage, tidying up and heating a cauldron of stew on the fire.
Finally, she placed her baby back in the cradle and sank into a chair. She sighed in relief, turned her attention to the window, waiting for Gavin to return from his hunting trip. Gavin, her beloved husband, had not wished to leave his wife, who by that time was well into her ninth month, but finally he could wait no longer.
"We are running out of food, Mira. If I don't do something we'll be starving soon," he had said to her before he left for the mountains. "You will have enough to eat while I am away, and in three days I'll be back with all the game I can carry!" Then he bade her farewell, picked up his bow and quiver, and left the cottage.
A mere forty-eight hours after Gavin left, Mirazhe went into labor. She called out for help, and, when no one came, sent a message by carrier pigeon to the village midwife. In the end, it was of no consequence, for Mirazhe's infant made her way into the world with no one's help and only her mother there to see.
Mirazhe's joy over a living birth and her elation that it was a girl was mixed with intense pity for Gavin. If only he had been there to see! But he would be back in a day, and a great surprise would be waiting for him.
For the next twenty-four hours, her daughter was Mirazhe's reason for living. She bustled about, finding things for her daughter to eat, chopping kindling and milking goats. (Though, in truth, it would have done her more good to rest.) She stole every moment she could spare to admire her baby.
Mirazhe now frowned at the mental picture of her daughter her mind had conjured up. It didn't seem right, somehow. She turned to the sleeping infant to compare. No, they didn't match up. Her daughter's hair was in truth closer to red than to brown, and, in the mental image, her eyes were clouded. Mirazhe remembered only too well just how clear those eyes had seemed not two minutes ago. Perhaps she had never truly seen her daughter's eyes before…
It was then that she caught sight of the tall, handsome young man coming over the brow of the hill. She forgot her troubled thoughts and went to the door to welcome her husband home.
Gavin set down the enormous buck that was their new supply of meat. Then he embraced his wife.
"You're thinner, Mira." He let go and looked her up and down. "Have you been eating enough?"
Mirazhe smiled. Trust Gavin to be concerned about her the moment he returned. "Yes. I have almost gorged myself, darling. Guess again."
He looked over her once more, mildly perplexed. Then, as comprehension dawned on his face, he asked, "Our child?" When she nodded, he kissed her gently.
"Show me," he said quietly, and Mirazhe led him to the cradle.
They stood there for a long while, watching her chest rising and falling with each deep breath, her brilliant eyes peacefully closed in sleep. Finally, Gavin turned to face his wife, eyes shining with awe, and broke the silence.
"What is her name?"
"Her name is Kaelarin." Mirazhe had never spoken the name aloud before. She felt a shiver travel through her. The air crackled in its wake.
Gavin nodded his approval. "'Tis a beautiful name, Mira."
"Indeed." With that said, they both turned and looked at Kaelarin for a long time. They admired her until it was time to cook the venison, and then they turned to other tasks.
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