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The world is cold, the snow pelted the thatched hay coated roof that kept the warmth into the house. Smoke billowed the wooden chimney in small puffs and moved into a depths of the fogged forest that seemed to cluster around the house. The eerie silence was soon replaced by a scream of a woman. A cry that seemed painful. The wind moaned against the door, banging against the wood like a monster trying to reach inside the house but the wood refused to give way.

Inside the home was a small fireplace lit, roaring with crackling fire. The sounds of whimpers and hushing of a male as movement sounded near a bed. A woman laid on a bed alone, sweat dampened her forehead, her legs splayed as she cried out. "Almost there." The man kneeled below her whispered, touching her thighs compassionately. "Almost." He cooed in gentle coping methods. The woman cried as she arched her back and soon a babies cries were heard. "She's out!" He whispered to his wife, laughing as he grabbed the baby and wrapped the child in furs of hares that he skinned.

He peeked at the child and smiled. "A girl my love." He grinned ear to ear as he touched her forehead and handed her the child as she laughed. "My baby." She cried out emotionally. Kissing the little girls forehead whos cries died down as she touched her moms breast in comfort.

"Her name?" The husband questioned his wife as he held her hand and rubbed her thumb. "Diana.." She answered. "Diana.." The wife looked at the white blank moon out the window that seemed to shine out. She leaned her head back into the straw pillow and touched the wolf furred blanket and moaned in exhaustion. "She is perfect." She touched her childs forehead as the husband nodded.

"Aye.. She has your eyes and your smile." He laughed as he kissed her nose. Before climbing into the bed with her. "Now rest my love. For you deserved it." He chuckled. Pulling his fingers through her sweaty brown hair. Before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

The wind moaned around the small logged house, seeming to calm as the child calmed. The parents and baby rested as the snow seemed to dampen and the moon seemed to shine brighter through the window, glowing on the child's pale white milky skin that seemed to stare at the moon in wonder.