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"Push! Keep pushing!" The midwife urged, her hands covered in white silk gloves. The Queen breathed in and out in short, rapid gasps, her pained cries echoing through the castle corridors. "You can do it my love, nearly there!" The King held steadfast to his beloved, dotting her forehead with kisses. "Push!" The midwife urged and with one final gasp, the baby was released. Blood filled the bathtub, the amniotic sack still in tact. The midwife carefully cut it open, her face dropping at the sight. "What is it? What's wrong?" The King urged, noting her expression. The midwife shook her head and quickly gathered the small thing into a towel. "Nothing My King," he helped his wife out of the bath and into the bed, who was still panting and gasping in pain. "My baby, let me see my baby." She urged, murmuring the same sentence over and over. "Is it a boy or a girl?" The King inquired eagerly.
"A girl, my King," the midwife conceded, handing the bundle to the Queen. She nearly fainted at the sight, the King gasped in horror. "What is this? What have you done to my child!" He rose to his full, threatening height, his expression no longer benevolent. "N-nothing, My King! She came out just like that." He glanced down at the child, a hideous thing. There were horns coming from her forehead and red markings marring her skin. The Queen shook as she held the child, who wept. "My Queen, you must nurse the babe," the midwife urged. The Queen seemed frozen, the midwife calmly undoing her gown. The baby latched on instinct, the Queen crying out in pain. The King wrenched the baby away, a circle of blood dripping down the Queen's chest. Babies should not be born with a full set of fangs.
"Get it out!"
"But, my King-"
"I said out!" He pointed towards the door, the midwife hurrying away with the baby in hand, who wailed at the offense of having been born. They kept the baby in the nursery, the Queen's Mother and Father coming for the celebration of birth, their smiles knowing. "Where is the baby? Let me see my Grandchild!" The Fairy Queen threw open the doors to the bedroom, her grin anything but pleasant. "Mother-" her daughter sobbed. "There is something wrong with the child!" She limped to the next room, the horns of the baby having done great damage to her body. The Fairy Queen was silent as she looked upon the sleeping infant, her face at peace. The Fairy King stood in the doorway, the baby awakening to cry.
"She won't stop, every waking moment is spent crying!" The Queen sobbed, unable to maintain her composure. The Fairy Queen hugged her daughter, rubbing her back. "Do not worry, my precious child. Your Father and I will take care of everything. You will tell the Kingdom that the baby passed peacefully in her sleep and they will mourn, but you will move on. Forever cursed by the memory of this hideous creature." The Queen nodded, thanking her Mother profusely. The King was told his daughter passed and they buried an empty casket into the grave yard, the baby dead to the world.
The Fairy King and Queen whisked the infant away to their realm, the King constructing a glass tower in the woods. They hired a nursemaid for the infant, to hold and feed her and a dragon to guard the entrance. Once the baby was of age to wean off the chest, they had the nursemaid executed to insure her silence.
It was a dream San had frequently, one she did not understand. The monster sat upright in bed, contemplating what it meant. She could not understand that her parents had abandoned her and that her Grandparents willingly left her in an enchanted tower. The smell of breakfast filled her nose and the monster slid from bed. San gobbled up her brown fluffy discs and went to sit by the book shelf. She flipped open a novel, landing on a picture of two people, surrounding a smaller one between them. She lingered, touching the page with a clawed hand. What did it mean? To be surrounded by others?