Echoes of the Past

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“It’s a son.” The doctor stated proudly before all eyes went wide and the newborn was passed to a nurse, “She’s bleeding out.”
The white robed nurse took the child, “Sir you need to leave while we handle this.” Guiding the elven father out before moving to go clean the child.
“Hang in there, sis. We’ve got you.” Mirith spoke as she assisted the doctor to try and stabilize the elven woman.
“Caelia!” The man called from outside the room in a panic.
“She’s losing blood too fast.” The doctor spoke, combined with Mirith, they couldn’t slow it.
“Caelia no. Don’t close your eyes.” Mirith ordered, watching her sister-in-law growing pale, “No no no.”
As everything grew silent in her ears, Mirith felt her heart drop as she stared in horror at the blood that stained the now ghostly woman. They had failed. Slowly she took off her gloves and walked out to talk to her younger brother and hold him in comfort as he crumpled.
“There’s no time to mourn.” The nurse returned in a hurry with the child.
“They found us?” Mirith looked to the nurse in alarm.
“The guards went to slow them. You three need to get out of here.” The woman passed the child to Jeald.
The man was torn but took his son, looking at Mirith, “Let’s go. We’ll collect her body for proper burial later.”
Mirith nodded, staying behind her brother as the trio fled out the back.
“Damn them. This wouldn’t have happened if they weren’t so certain that the child was a demon.” Mirith cursed under her breath.
They skid to a halt and Jeald clutched onto the swaddled child. Before them was a group of men dressed in black.
“The child.” One man called, hand held out, “Give them to us so we can eradicate it.”
“Like hell, you damn bastards. It’s bad enough your daughter died because of you, we aren’t losing her child either.” Mirith shouted, summoning her bow and arrow.
“Stay out of the way, Priestess. Or we will execute you as well.” The man growled harshly.
Jeald summoned his Spellblade, carefully holding his son with one arm protectively. Mirith let loose a shot and the battle began. Mirith had managed to keep most of the men back or killed outright, but she heard a sword clash behind her. Turning in time to see two men on Jeald, one had locked swords with the man, and another was just running him through. Her eyes were overcome with holy light as rage filled her, silver hair rising as power came to her.

“NO!”

Her voice rang out, a halo of Light throwing the men in every direction as she ran to her brother and nephew, creating a bubble of Light around them to both protect and in hopes heal the wound. The men began to stand again, glaring through their hooded masks.
“Give up. The child will die. You, along with him, if you do not give up.” The leader spoke.
Wisps of firey Light rolled off her, “You killed my sister.. You killed my brother.. You will be lucky if I DON’T DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE HOUSE!”
With the child secure in an unbreakable bubble of Light, Mirith turned to the men, flames coming from her eyes as her bow shattered and the scythe Light’s Burden came to her. The ground scorched and smoldered beneath her steps as she charged to fight the assassins.
Once the battle was over, and blood stained her once pristine robes and silver hair, she let the weapon vanish so she could collect her nephew. Her wounds healing on their own, nose twitching angrily as she looked to the body of her fallen brother. Tears streaming only to turn to steam on her cheeks.

“I will return for you… You and Caeliea may rest now..” Her voice was weak, but she took the child and held him close as the power began to fade from her.
She began her trek towards the dense forest, searching for the hidden home deep within.
“Kath'nian!” Mirith called out as she approached the house, “Kath’nian Runefate!”
A scrawny man came out, using a cane to walk. Seeing the woman covered in blood, he quickly hobbled to her side.
“My Lady, what happened? Where is Caeliea and Jeald?” He asked, though guessing the answer already.
“Dead.. Those bastards..” She passed the child to the crippled man, who merely nodded.
“Then a secret he shall be.. Did they give a name?” The man frowned, looking at the crying child.
“Caelia wished to name him Eri’thas..” Mirith looked around to ensure she wasn’t followed as they went inside.
“Then Eri’thas he shall be. Go.. I will keep him safe.. You know I can.” The man looked at her pitiful expression of anguish.
“I need to collect their bodies..” She nods, “I will inform my father.. That his only son is dead.”