He said it wasn’t rape. Somehow, I believed him, but a part of my soul was so untrusting that I didn’t know if I could actually trust him fully. So, I followed him to where he resided as second in command, only to have a place to shelter me and our unborn one. I didn’t regret the child, no, although, I was sure I would suck as a mother, rightfully so. My own had been cold, uncaring, and up until she deserted me, just plain awful. Dad hadn’t been much better, a bastard who raped and tortured many, many women until his demise by a new more powerful stallion who had taken over the herd, killing my father in a ruthless battle that had taken place over days. In a way, I had been relieved to see him die, but, my relief was soon gone as I had become the punching bag for the new male. He had never raped me, I had been too young for him, he was a younger male, close to my own age but he had preferred the older women. Thus, I was only a means for him to take his anger out on me. His name had been Valium, and he had talked in his sleep about the islands. Maybe that was why I had come here, knowing he would never return here. But then again that had been a few years ago, when I was two I had run away.

He had to be dead by now.

it was mid-morning, there was still dew on the grass blades that were before me. I was not hungry, no, I had found myself much to uncomfortable to do much of anything at this time, I had a feeling something was going to happen, but what it was, I had no idea. I didn’t know that it meant the little one was on it’s way. No, I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I did know that being restless and yet, lethargic at the same time was very frustrating. I only hoped that I would be able to know what was going on when the time came.

The hours passed, and it was dragging by, and oh I was so bored! But suddenly, a large gush of water escaped me, and it dawned on me, that I was in labor. I felt he contractions then, the tightening and loosening of my stomach muscles, the hard as a rock tense moments before the tense muscles eased into a soft pulsation. Oh, what was going to happen now? I figured the next few hours would go on the same, the contractions would slowly get worse, stronger, and longer. But then soon, my little one would be there with me. And I would call for her father, right? Of course I would, he would after all have every right to meet her, even though I didn’t trust him like I should.

I must have dozed off, for when I woke up the pain was extremely intense, and I couldn’t just lie down anymore, I was in such pain that it was so hard to concentrate on where I was going. I had luckily picked a bit of an open clearing, less things for me to run into. I found myself going back to laying down though, and soon, the little speckled child was beside me, and I was working on getting my legs under myself so I could clean her off. A daughter. A bit of a rush went through me, and oh, I was just praying I would do better than my own mother. I worked at cleaning up her face, and I quickly saw her base coat was very similar to my own, less red in it, though. But she was still beautiful. I lifted my head, calling out to magnus, it was time for him to meet his daughter.