Eeeeeee!
The sound of the steam came from the kettle.
As the servant roused from her unintended slumber, she hurriedly composed
herself before proceeding to prepare a fragrant cup of rose tea fit for her
Majesty's refined palate. With practiced ease, she then proceeded to serve
the guests their beverages, all the while concealing her distinctive pointy ears
and striking white locks beneath the hidden folds of her regulation hat
and uniform.
[She was disciplined and beaten into shape at a young age. She quickly
picked up and learned to survive in a world where the strong trample on the
weak. — Her skills are excellent and highly praised by noblemen, but she
has not been herself lately.]
After receiving her dismissal, she made her way to her quarters to take some
much-needed rest. However, the following day, she found herself suffering
from a high fever and her forehead was extremely sensitive to the touch.
Several days had gone by, the young woman still had not experienced any
relief from the fever-like symptoms that were plaguing her. Concerned, she
arranged for a physician to visit her and assess her condition. The doctor
carefully checked her pulse and other vital signs before diagnosing her with
the illness that was causing her distress. Thanks to the physician's expertise
and skill, the young woman was able to receive prompt treatment.
" Lady Yavanna, I fear to share this dreadful news with you but— You
are expecting."
The servant's eyes widened in shock and could not believe that the physician
told her that she was with a child. She stared blankly at the sheets and was in
denial that it was deemed impossible for her to bear a child.
She remembered the exact moment leading up to this disaster.
While Her Majesty was away, she was attending to the King's needs; At first,
he turned out to be a very charming man with exciting dreams. She was his
listener, and her eyes were filled with empathy.
" Lady Yavanna, would you care to keep me company during these
lonely nights."
" Your Majesty, I mustn't…."
As the palpable tension between them intensified, he leaned in slowly, his
hand reaching out to delicately graze her chin. The softness of her lips as they
quivered under his touch only added to the intensity of the moment, making it
feel like time itself had slowed down just for them. Their bodies were
entwined, lost in a passionate embrace that seemed to transcend all else in
the world. It was a night they would never forget.
The physician recommended a toxic herbal tea that is commonly used to
terminate a person's pregnancy. She drank a dozen cups but as months
followed, her stomach continued to grow bigger. She found ways to hide her
pregnancy by wearing a bigger uniform.
As she felt a small flutter for the first time when she realized that there was
life inside of her, she couldn't do anything to stop it.
[Normally, the gestation period for a human pregnancy is anticipated to be
approximately 9 months. However, in this specific instance, the pregnancy endured
for an exceptionally protracted period of nearly 60 months]
Clandestinely, the diligent servant meticulously perused various literature regarding the subject of pregnancy, carefully absorbing all pertinent information. She then went on to procure all necessary supplies to the best of her ability, ensuring that everything was for the forthcoming event.
During her venture into the dense woods, she unexpectedly came across a
deserted shed that was situated several miles away from any nearby signs of
human habitation. She even shouted to make sure that nobody could hear her.
On a dark and stormy night, while moving some heavy equipment, the servant suddenly went into labor. The situation was undoubtedly alarming, but with calm and quick thinking, the necessary steps were taken to ensure her safety and the safe delivery of her child. Despite the unexpected turn of events.
" Once this child come into this world, I shall kill it with my own hands."
Her forehead was glistening with beads of sweat and the sound of her heavy
gasps for air echoed in the room, indicating that she was in a state of extreme
exhaustion. She groans for a few minutes then screams in complete
anguish. She gave one final push and then reached her hands down to catch
the infant.
The newborn lay in her mother's arms, cooing softly with her mystical and
powerful blue eyes. Her small, delicate features were highlighted by her pointy
elf ears and tiny wings that sprouted from her back. Her head was adorned
with a beautiful mane of white hair, and her tiny hands reached out to grasp her mother's finger. The scene was one of pure innocence and wonder, as the
mother gazed down at her precious newborn with love in her
The plan was to throw the infant in the riverbank and watch it drown, but she could not
bring herself to carry out such a devious act of an innocent life that was her flesh
and blood.
The newborn lay in her mother's arms, cooing softly with her mystical and powerful blue
eyes. Her small, delicate features were highlighted by her pointy elf ears and tiny wings
that sprouted from her back. Her head was adorned with a beautiful mane of white hair,
and her tiny hands reached out to grasp her mother's finger. The scene was one of pure
innocence and wonder, as the woman gazed down at her precious newborn with love in
her heart.
"Hello there, little one! I am Yavanna, your mother and I love you the most. I shall keep
you away from the cruel reality of humans and fill your life with warmth and happiness. I
promise I will protect you and give you a better life than was given to me. My sweet and
precious daughter— Tuile."
As the newborn lets out a gentle yawn, her mother cradles her close, feeling the
warmth of the little body against her chest. The mother's heart swelled with love and
awe as she gazed into the peaceful face of her child. In that moment, the world outside
seems to fade away, and all that matters is this precious bundle of joy in her arms.
As she holds her baby, the mother notices a subtle shift in the air. She looks around and
sees the flowers that had been dormant for months, now bursting with new life. The
colors are more vibrant than ever before, and the sweet scent of the bloom fills the
room. The mother marvels at the magic of nature, and she knows that her baby's arrival
has brough a new season of growth and renewal to the world around them.
The newborn continues to rest, breaking softly and deeply, as the mother savors this
moment of tranquility. She feels a sense of peace and contentment that she has never
known before, knowing that she and her baby are surrounded by the beauty and
wonder of the natural world.
At the tender age of one, Yavanna's daughter began to display remarkable qualities that
left her mother in awe. She noticed that her daughter had a peculiar gift of being able to
communicate with plants. To her amazement, the little girl would talk to the plants, and
they would seemingly respond to her in a language only they could understand. As
if that wasn't enough, Yavanna witnessed her daughter's wing fluttering one day,
allowing her to take flight and soar around the room. It was a sight to behind, and
Yavanna could feel her heart bursting with pride and joy at her daughter's extraordinary
abilities.
Yavanna had endured years of pain and suffering at the hands of the humans who
inhabited her country. She had seen the worst of humanity, and she that she could not
let her daughter, Tuile, fall victim to the same cruel fate. Yavanna is a loving mother
who would do anything to protect her child, and so she hatched a detailed plan to
escape the country and start a new life.
The plan was not an easy one. It required Yavanna to save a large sum of money,
which she did by working long hours every day. She took on odd jobs and worked
tirelessly, all the while keeping her plan a secret from anyone.
As years passed, Tuile grew older, and Yavanna became more determined than ever to
see her plan through. She knew that they could not stay in their current situation any
longer and that they needed to leave the country as soon as possible.
[ During Yavanna's shift ]
The rain poured down in the sheets, creating a curtain of water that obscured everything
beyond a few feet. The droplets were so thick that they seemed to merge together,
creating a never-ending stream of water that drummed heavily against the leaves of the
trees. The sound was almost deafening, drowning out all of the other noises and making
it impossible to hear anything else.
The force of the rain hitting the ground was so strong that it created small craters in the soil, as if trying to dig its way underground. During this storm, an old, abandoned house stood stoically, battered, and worn by years of exposure to the elements. The rain cascaded down its roof, forming small waterfalls that poured into the gutters below.
Despite the relentless downpour, tiny droplets of water managed to find their way through the cracks and crevices of the house, forming a gentle pattering sound that was barely audible over the sound of the storm.
The sight of the house in such a state of disrepair was a stark reminder of the
power of nature and its ability to wear down even the strongest of structures.
The small child, a girl no more than five years old, stood rooted to the spot, her eyes
wide with fear at the sudden and loud clap of the thunder that shook the room.
She instinctively covered her ears with her hands and pressed her back flat against the
wall, as if that would somehow shield her from the storm.
Her small frame trembled with each subsequent roar of thunder, and her breathing became shallow and rapid. Slowly, she turned her head towards the window, her eyes transfixed by the heavy rain that fell in sheets outside, illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. The drops pattered against the glass panes with a sound that was almost as loud as thunder, and she realized with mounting concern that her mother had not yet returned home.
To try and ward off the chill of the night air, the child hastily gathered up the poorly
knitted sheet that was dotted with patches and wrapped it tightly around herself. It did
little to ward off the cold, however, and she shivered violently as the wind howled
through the room, rattling the curtains on their rails.
-
Yavanna, the devoted servant of the wealthy family, carefully picked up the teapot and
poured steaming hot tea into the delicate cups without spilling a drop. She then walked
back to her designated spot in the grand living room, standing still with her hands
clasped in front of her, waiting for further instructions. Her gaze drifted towards the
window, and she was the dark clouds looming over the horizon. Suddenling, a loud clap
of thunder shook the house, making her jump a little in fright. Her thoughts immediately
went to her daughter, who was waiting for her at home. She wondered if the harsh
weather had taken its toll on their tiny abode. Despite her growing worry, she remained
composed and continued to stand at her post, ready to serve.
" Come here, Lady Yavanna."
The grandeur of King Julian's command was unmistakable as he ordered Yavanna, her
Majesty servant, to stay put, leaving her with no option but to obey. She had caught
Julian's attention, and he was fascinated by her. With her Majesty away on official
business.
Julian dismissed all of the servants except for Yavanna and seized this opportunity to
spend time alone with her. But she was repulsive at the sight of him, and she recoiled,
desperately wanting to escape his grasp.
As she slowly lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the intricated patterns of the carpet
beneath her feet. The silence was palpable, and then suddenly, she heard the sound of
his majesty closing the door, which echoed in the room. She felt a shiver run down her
spine as she realized she was alone with him.
He stood there, admiring her figure, taking in every detail. He approached her slowly,
his fingers lightly grazing her smooth, soft skin then finally, her clothes slid from her
body and dropped down to her feet.
Dutifully following his majesty every command as he pulled her close and kissed her
deeply on her lips. The warmth of their embrace enveloped them as they made love
throughout the night in the grandeur of the king's chambers. The soft glow of the
flickering candles cast a warm light upon them, illuminating their passion and desire for
one another.
Yavanna's night had been a strenuous one, leaving her feeling fatigued and drained.
She had been in the company of the king, and after their time together, as she was
getting dressed to depart, the king took out a considerable bag of gold coins from his
pocket and placed it in front of her. The king expressed his gratitude for her services
and payment for her work, indicating that the bag contained her payment.
She felt a wave of embarrassment and shame wash over her as she looked at the bag
of coins. She knew that she had no choice but to accept the payment, as she needed
the money to provide for her daughter. She had been working tirelessly to make ends
meet, but it had been a struggle. This payment would help her to afford a better life for
her daughter.
After fixing her clothing, she respectfully bowed her head and thanked His Majesty for
his time. Feeling a mix of relief and apprehension, she maintained her composure as
she exited the room with a pleasant smile. However, as soon as she was out of sight,
her expression turned to a frown, and she broke into a sprint, her mind racing with worry
about her daughter.
She ran through the forest as fast as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. The
trees blurred past her as she searched for any signs of danger. Eventually, after what
felt like hours of running, she arrived at her home.
As she lifted the curtains up in the doorway, her eyes immediately fell on her daughter,
who was resting peacefully in the corner. Her heart swelled with relief as she rushed
over to her daughter's side, tears streaming down her face. As she turned, she heard a
soft hoarse voice calling out to her. " Welcome home, Mama!"
She saw her little girl still tired from her nap. Despite her exhaustion, the little girl's face
lit up with joy at the sight of her mother. She ran towards her, her small feet pattering
on the floor, and threw herself into her mother's arms, feeling the warmth of her
embrace. The little girl's face was buried in her mother's chest, and she smiled
contentedly, feeling safe and loved. Slowly, she drifted off into a deep sleep in her
mother's arms.
The sound of her daughter sweet voice immediately lifted her spirits. She knew that she
had to do everything in her power to protect her daughter. Despite the uncertainty of
what was to come, she felt a sense of strength within her, knowing that she had to be
strong for her daughter.
I have enough to get us out of here
[ Morning]
[ Tuile, 5 years old. She is sweet and kind, always cheerful]
The little girl settled down onto the wooden floor, her mother gently brushing her hair
before carefully separating it into two even sections. With nimble fingers, the mother
deftly braided her daughter's hair, weaving each strand seamlessly into the next until
two neat braids hung down the little girl's back.
" Hey, sweetie. Do you want to go to a place with yummy?"
Tuile could hardly contain her excitement as she jumped up and down with glee. Her
eyes widened in wonder as she twirled around, her delicate wings fluttering slightly as she lifted her feet from the ground. It was a big day for her because it was her first time
going out into the public world.
" I must apply this special ointment on your wings, it will make your super strong."
" Mama, I don't like it when you put that stuff on me.— It hurts."
" I promise this is the last time, okay?"
Her mother had advised a plan to avoid catching the eyes of humans. She told her Tuile
to be careful and to stay hidden, as humans had a tendency to fear and harm creatures
they did not understand. Yavanna had also given her daughter a few helpful tips, such
as avoiding bright colors and staying away from crowded areas. Tuile listened intently,
eager to make a good impression on her outing and to stay safe while doing so.