A Child is Born

"Wwwwaaaahhhh" a beautiful baby girl was born. The little girl with soft rosy cheeks and silky blond hair was discarded as t, and the doctors rushed to resuscitate the mother. The only words were that of the dying mother as her heart gave way. "Protect my baby Esther." A mother's last words and a promise to a recently discarded child. The heartbroken father cried as the nurses handed him the child. "Esther" is a name given to her on her mother's deathbed. The love of his life and his only true mate.

He took the child and presented her to the family. The room was filled with excitement and dread as the news spread that Jasmine had lost her life-giving birth. The grandmother took the little child into her arms as Esther fell into a deep sleep. Her hazel blue eyes began to disappear, and the little girl gave one last yawn before falling into a deep slumber. Unaware of the turmoil that her birth caused, she will continue to generate in the coming years.

The grandmother smiled as she looked at this little girl. She was reminded of Jasmine as a baby and held the child even closer as tears began to fall from her face. She quietly cried so as not to wake the child up. She looked up at the eerily silent room as shock, joy, and confusion filled the waiting room. She looked beside her as her husband of many years looked to her for answers. He may be the pack leader, but he doesn't move a step without her, okay. It has been that way since they started dating in high school.

She cleared her throat, demanding the attention of everyone in the room. The room was silent, but instead of eerily quiet. It was an expected silence as they awaited their queen to tell them what to do. "Solomon, Abraham, come here." The two little boys ran up to grandmother, excited and fearful as their grandfather was next to her. She knelt to them, and in her soft voice, she asked. "Do you know what I hold in my arms?" The boys shook their heads, confused about the bundle wrapped in her arms. "This is a precious gift that was bestowed unto as by the goddess herself. She is your sister, but she is also a treasure. No hair on her head will be harmed as she will be a leader amongst leaders. Do you understand??". The boys shook their heads as they did not quite understand how this little thing was a treasure or what their grandma truly meant. They looked toward their father, whose eyes were focused on the bundle in his mother's arms—the words repeatedly repeating in his head.

"A treasure, a leader amongst leaders, a gift from the goddess herself." "Mother, are you sure about this." His mother began to rise but stopped as Esther started wiggling in her arms. The little girl began wiggling more, her hands stretching and reaching. A big yawn from the little one, her eyes flickered open, the blueness in it shown for a moment. Then in the next second, it closed as the little child fell back asleep. His mother stood up quickly and whispered to her husband. The man jumped and rushed off. She was leaving the room, wondering what was going on. The grandmother cleared her throat. She was demanding the attention of everyone in the room. "What happened today is a bittersweet moment for this family and this tribe. However, when I looked into this precious child's eyes. The goddess spoke to me and said that with this child. Our tribe will be stronger, more powerful, and untouchable. Her existence is a blessing, and as such. To give you this bigger blessing, a sacrifice needed to be made. Jasmine was the sacrifice, but the sacrifice could not have been done without her permission. Jasmine gave up her life for this tribe and this child. The name given to her is a name of power. This child will unleash the true power and holds many secrets". Grandmother stopped and looked around the room. The faces of family and tribe members afford shocked by what was revealed. "Diamond Cloak tribe, as your queen, will you heed my calling and treasure this child as the precious gift that was given to us. Will you help train her to be a true warrior and help unleash the gifts that the goddess has bestowed on her". The faces look at one another as if in understanding, and the next moment a sounding "we will" was heard through the halls of the hospital. In the next second, the little eyes in her arms flickered open, and a sharp scream came out of the child's mouth as she was forced awake by the noise and her stomach. Grandfather, who ran off moments ago, reappeared with a bottle and bib, and grandmother calmed the child before feeding her and putting her right back to sleep.

The father looked to his parents as his world shifted from his dear Jasmine to Esther. Every word his mother said swirled around in his head. "She gave up her life for this child. This child would be stronger than his wife; she would make their tribe stronger". He couldn't understand, but his mother was never wrong. The woman in the family had a gift that allowed them to see the fortunes of all those around them. His wife was given that gift and much more. She had a gift of healing, she was a mighty warrior, and most recently, she had magical powers. How could someone be more potent than that? How could this tribe become more powerful than they are? Those in the country already feared them. The royals regarded them highly, and the world's councils respected them. However, that is not to say that stronger ones are not biding their time to take over. They were one of the few pureblood hybrid tribes in the country. He looked at his two sons; they were to be the next leader of the tribe.

Solomon was only eight years old, but he was a solid warrior. Abraham was only five; although he was muscular like his brother, he would often be found in the library. The two boys clung to their grandmother with their hands on their chests as they acknowledged the task of being protectors for their new sister. The father stood there looking at his wife's parents and tribe. His parent was gone ages ago as his wife's family and tribe opened their world to him. He knew he had to be strong for them, but most importantly, he had to be strong for his kids and what the future holds for them. The little child cooed, unaware of the sacrifice and meaning of her life. Unaware of the future trials and tribulations that come to her and her tribe because of her birth.