# Calling Down the Moon: Prologue

Author: jimkoyot
Tags: Birth, Death, Druid, Magic, Pregnancy

#1 of Calling Down the Moon

Here is a new story idea that i thought up while at work. it will be only a few chapters long but i thought it might be interesting.

(Unknown year or location)

January 1,

A small group of men has come into our village today.&nbsp; They are all large and handsome leaving most all the women, married or not, fanning themselves in excitement.&nbsp; The man at their lead made eye contact with me and I felt a chill of power from his ice blue eyes.&nbsp; Times are going to be interesting with these new men around.

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January 14,

Life has become very interesting.&nbsp; The leader, his name is Malcolm, and he is mine.&nbsp;&nbsp; Most men are afraid of druids but this one seems to have embraced it.&nbsp; I do not understand why but it seemed to make him swoon when I told him.&nbsp; Life is good with my Malcolm.

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February 14,

A group of men from the Baron's castle swept through our hovels yesterday.&nbsp; They killed all the men from the new group and any women who were with them.&nbsp; My Malcolm was the last to go and took a few out with him.&nbsp; He saved my life as well, claiming to have no woman when the men finally had him beaten.&nbsp; I held my composure until all of the guard was gone then broke down.&nbsp; They already are weary of me being a druid and against their Christianity.&nbsp; My fellow villagers do not understand this religion and choose to steer away from it.&nbsp; Perhaps one day it will fade and we can live in peace with the earth and spirits.

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April 21,

I understand now why I have been ill the past couple months.&nbsp; My Malcolm has gifted me with his legacy.&nbsp; We still do not know why the guard slaughtered the men.&nbsp; Any queries into the matter were met with an iron fist; occasionally literally.&nbsp; I have been more active in hiding from the guards lately with my condition.&nbsp; I do not want them to discover me pregnant when they slaughtered any woman paired with the new men.

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October 31,

I have hid well and still performed my duties but it all comes down to the next day.&nbsp; My water has broken and my child is on it's way into the world.&nbsp; Whether that happens tonight or tomorrow I do not know but my child will have it's roots in All Hallow.

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November 7,

It was a dreadful birthing but she breathed her first breath at midnight of All Hallow.&nbsp; The moment she was born a storm rolled over us and drenched the countryside.&nbsp; I have thus chosen to name her Raine.&nbsp; She is something special and was born with a birthmark on her lower back of a wolf's head.&nbsp; Perhaps it is an omen but I have heard the howling of wolves more frequently now as well.

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December X

The winter solstice is upon us and I must flee.&nbsp; Another woman had been pregnant and hid it well but the guards caught wind of her child.&nbsp; They slaughtered her and the babe in the night and their screams awoke me.&nbsp; I have seen them searching hovels this morning and am writing this just before I leave.&nbsp; If I can not break free of their pursuit I will use my gift to free my daughter of their grasp.&nbsp; I will send her far from here in time and location but I must make haste.

(Blood is smeared and splattered across the last page; the writing is almost illegible)

They left me for dead.&nbsp; My daughter is gone.&nbsp; I glimpsed where she went and it is a place of great technology.&nbsp; May she live in peace.

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