#getready4

The Leeds child, hours old, cowered at our presence. Completely transfigured, it bore no resemblance to the babe it had once been. The midwife let forth a wail of horror at the sight of it, and this set it off to claw upon the walls of the room we had entombed it within. Halting only for fraction of a moment, it gave one last look to the cold stare of Mother Leeds, she who had brought it to this world, before the thirteenth child flew up the chimney to the unforgiving night.

Trained well by his mermaid master, the hound would hunt land-meat to feed them both. Hidden in the bushes, I could spy their feast. If the stag had not fallen victim this night, surely it would have been my fate.

October Knightly 04 - the Atlantic Gaurdsman