~About 200 years ago~
~Lena~
Witches don't have mates.
Pure witches don't at least.
When I was still young, there roamed a half witch half wolf over the earth.
It was the strongest being to have ever existed.
It killed many originals, until they all came together and hunted it down.
Killing the mightiest being to have existed.
It's parents where hateful towards it.
It's mother was raped and it's father was hateful in it's nature.
I always used to wonder, if it had been raised with love and care,
Might it have listed to reason.
I wished I had been it's mother.
Though after this, no thoroughbred wolf in his right mind, or any state of mind,
Would sleep with a full blood witch.
I have a solution however.
It may seem a bit cruel.
Because it is.
But the end justifies the means.
Right?
I have more reason then just curiosity to want to created such a being.
There lives an Alfa with his mate, on the other side of this land.
He is said to be the strongest, and I know him to be full blood.
The problem is, I can't get near him, again.
Not after I randomly cut his mate.
And spoke a weird curse on him.
There is no spell that would make him believe I am his mate for a whole night.
Nor a way to keep his mate away from him.
But I don't need to get close again.
I am a very patient woman you see.
I just need to get myself pregnant,
And then wait for them to get pregnant.
Because I have her blood.
And his is cursed to only have sons.
I have been sitting in my hut for days now.
Starring at her blood.
It is their first child so it should not take to long.
I did read her fortune and I am rarely wrong.
Then I see it.
Something has stated.
Now I will only have to wait four more days before it is ready.
You see, most people think changelings are put in the cribs and baby's stolen from cribs.
But that's a lie. At least when a witch is doing the changing.
After three days I drink some poison.
Poison that will kill the part human child in me.
Slowly but not painfully.
Then I whisper the words I see her blood rimple.
She is in pain.
I close my eyes in concentration.
I feel the pain too.
I feel sorry for my child that has to die.
But it would be killed anyway after it is born.
And then my plan could never work because they would know their child is missing.
When it is completed I go and rest on the bed.
Softly I rub my hand over my belly.
Tomorrow the hardest part is going to come.
As I started with,
Witches don't have mates.
It is something carved into a werewolf's soul.
Two souls that fit perfectly together.
Now I am going to do what has never been done before.
What probably will or cannot ever be done again by another.
It is hard to explain what a soul looks like.
Not because you can't see it, but because it doesn't have a shape.
Though the easiest way to describe it is to say: a witches soul is round, and a werewolf's souls has endless shapes and curves and hooks. It is like a cookie broken in two where there is another half that matches perfectly. Though it is not a half. Two whole souls match together perfectly.
I could shape my own soul so it matches his perfectly.
But then there is a fairly high chance that there might be another mate for him out there.
So I have to changes the shape of his as well.
I make it sound easy.
Though it is nothing but.
It is for sure the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life.
And I have had a long life already.
It takes me six exhausting months, to shape both his and mine.
I know I have to rested before birth,
Because that is going to be an issue.
I walk around the hut.
I feel stressed.
And I have a good reason to be.
He is moving, a lot.
I have read my own fortune and seen myself pacing,
Just before.
'Aaarggh.' I scream.
It has begon.
He is clawing at my insides.
'Huf, hug, huff.' I puf.
I am eternally glad labor sets in immediately.
I lay down on the bed and feel utterly alone in this world.
I have to do this alone.
No one can ever know about this.
Will ever know about this.
I let out a painful scream.
I am certain he put his teeth in me.
And all I can do is push.
Breath and push.
Though not jet.
I feel with my fingers but I am not dilated far enough.
'Fuck.'
I breath and scream for nearly two hours, I passed out once I think.
But I will not take something for the pain.
I must be fully aware of what is happening because I am alone.
Then, after two hours, I think I am nearly ten centimetres dilated.
I don't really care anymore if it's not enough and I might tear.
I push.
The whole bed is bloody already and he isn't even out jet.
I push simultaneously with the contractions.
Trying to keep breathing.
Never have I been in this much pain.
I grap the blanked in my fist and try to think of nothing.
To push myself through it.
Until he is there. The sweetest looking baby I have ever seen.
All I can do is laugh.
It sounds hoars from all the screaming.
But I am so happy it surprises me.
He is just perfect.
I kiss his little for head.
Then something pops to mind that I hadn't even considered before.
'What shall I name you?'