Born of Mist & Darkness — Post 5

Born of Mist & Darkness is a mythic serial set on the Isle of Skye, before history had words for what was kept there. It follows three royal women — the twins, Aífe and Scáthach, and their cousin Sorcha. One was called to Shadow Land. One walked toward the darkness. The third remained to carry what the other two could not.

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The first child had arrived with certainty.

Not in struggle.
Not in borrowed warmth.
Not in worrisome danger.

Her cry cut clean through the queen’s bedroom—sharp, immediate, unapologetic. The kind of sound that does not ask whether it may be heard.

Her fists were tight. Her lungs worked without hesitation. Her body claimed its space as if the world had always intended to make room.

Relief moved through the king, queen, and midwives like an easy breath. Shoulders loosened. Hands steadied.

This child did not need coaxing.

Cloth wrapped her quickly. She warmed at once. Her breathing settled into a rhythm that expected nothing and feared nothing.

When the king named her, the sound landed easily.

Aífe.

It fit as though it had been waiting.

No one wondered whether she would keep breathing. No one bent close to listen for faltering air. She quieted only when she chose to—never before.

Aífe did not search the room for permission.

She was passed from arm to arm without urgency.

Then the queen cried out, and a midwife shouted, “Another baby comes!”

No one noticed when Aífe was carried to the far side of the chamber. No one marked the moment when a child climbed into a nearby chair to cradle the baby.

Sorcha’s feet did not reach the floor. She smiled at her new little cousin.

Aífe settled against her without protest. The baby’s breathing remained steady. Her fists loosened. She made a small sound—not a cry.

When the room shifted again—when murmurs sharpened, and another birth turned dangerous—Aífe did not stir.

Sorcha turned her body slightly, shielding the baby without knowing she was doing so.

Later, she would not remember the words spoken that night. Only the way the air changed twice.

One child arrived with certainty.
The other had to be called back.

But for now, Aífe rested as though nothing in the world required her to change it.

The room believed this ease would last.
It did not yet know the cost the world would bear.

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The story continues next Monday.