Hello fellow FunnyJunkers, I am the Historian. It would seem you have stumbled upon my realm of history. With your stay how would you like to read a story in the making? My job has been and will always be to document the history of all the realms across the times. I see the past and present but the future is yet to be written upon the Stones of Time. Each slab represents an important part in the history of each realm, some dating thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years old. Some, such as this one you're about to read, have yet to be completed. I see the fluctuation of time and what the future may hold, but what will happen remains to be written on these slabs. Sit back my otherworldly friends, and see what will be written in these slabs.
Groans and screams echoed through the chamber. A faint light glows illuminating the outline of a single door opened just a crack. A woman is yelling in pain frequently at the top of her lungs. With each yell a deep breath accompanies it. The pain she is enduring is indescribable, yet the will of fight sits with her.
A small, man dressed in black and white attire rushes to the slightly opened door. He pushes the door wide open and hurries to a woman sitting in a small stool at the end of a luxurious bed. She yells at the man to lay the towels she asked him to fetch next to her, then proceeds to focus back to the woman laying on the bed.
"Push madame! Push!" said the woman. The lady in the bed took a deep breath, then groaned as she pushed the child inside of her. "ARRGGHHHH!!| Bellowed the madame, "GEEET OUUUT ALREADYYYYYY DAMMIT!" Cursed the madame as she kept bellowing, taking deep breaths in between.
The shouts and screams lasted for another hour or so until the crying of a small child was heard. The woman sitting in the stool motioned over to the small man who stood in a corner of the room out of the way of everything that was happening. He hurried over and picked up a couple of the towels, placing them under the newly born child. The cries of the child was the only sound in the room now. The woman worked rapidly, wrapping the child in the towel and cleaning the excess blood from the delivery. She then handed over the towel-wrapped baby to the short man, "Hold her for a second Sebastion while I cut the umbilical cord and clean up a bit, make sure to support her head as well as you can." said the woman with a slight hint of exhaustion. "I'll try to do my best Maribeth, please help the madame." replied Sebastion. She nodded, wiping some of the sweat of her brows.
A few moments later Maribeth finished cleaning up and walked to the side of the madame. "Are you feeling okay madame? Do you feel any pain anywhere?" Asked Maribeth. "I'm quite alright, just slightly tired child. May I see my child?" spoke the madame in a worn-out voice. "Of course my lady. As you wish. Sebastion hurry on over." smiled Maribeth as she looked at the baby wrapped in the towels. A hint of happiness glinted from her eyes, which spread to her face as her lips slowly curled up into a slight smile.
Sebastion slowly walked over to the madame and smiled as he handed over the baby. The madame raised her arms ever so slowly as she placed her hands on the towel. The baby was quiet at this point, but started ooing as the madame held it. The madame brought the baby down to her chest and looked into the baby's eyes. A warm motherly feeling slowly arouse within the madame, she gently passed the back of her pointer finger on the babys cheek, which caused the baby to giggle. The mother smiled a warm smile before realizing she forgot something important. "How could I have forgotten? I need to check.." murmured the madame in a whisper. She then opened the towel slightly and checked the baby's genitals. She smiles even wider as she saw. "My baby girl.." said the madame. "Congratulations madame, on a beautiful daughter." said Maribeth cheerfully. "She will be a fine princess madame." said Sebastion in high spirits and proud filled voice. "Yes, she will be. Now what should I name you my dear? How does Elizabeth sound... no that doesn't quite fit. Aristal?.. Bellany.. Oh I know! Estra! From this day forward my sweet child, you shall be called Estra." proclaimed the madame. She again passed the back of her pointer finger along the baby girls cheek and smiled a warm smile only a mother could give.
The daughter of an evil Queen.
End of Slab 1
Hello funnyjunkers, I'm Bishopfrog. My friends call me Toad. No, not Toad from mario but just a Toad. I've been lurking for a while and came upon a nice post that really gave me some neat ideas. If anyone wants to see more of this do let me know. This is my first actual content and I hope you all enjoy it. Message me for any fixes to the story as, although I love story writing, my sentence structures aren't good. Thank you for reading and I'll keep on posting as a hobby unless people demand more.