A Mother’s Plea

Inside of a rather large nordic longhouse, there was a young woman lying inside of a bedroom, tossing and turning underneath the covers. 

Eventually, whatever nightmare was occuring in her dream seemed to have finally gotten the best of her, as she awoke with a yelp and immediately paid the price. 

She winced as she brought her arm to her heavily bandaged midsection.

A subtle sickly feeling crossed over her face, ad she hobbled out of bed. 

A small nightstand was stationed in her room with a mirror in front of it, and she could finally look at herself once more. 

Even if some of the features she inherited from her father made her seem a tad bit masculine, she was still beautiful. 

Fair skin that was twinged with splashes of rosy pink, thick and wild auburn hair that fell down her back, and a pair of crystal blue eyes that were inherited from both her father and mother alike.