A child.

Adne screamed.

“Push Adne! Push! The head is coming!”

Aden pushes as she screams. The child of another inch toward breaching.

The last 9 months had been despicable. Since her family had been and massacred, her own body defiled and seeded, she had been shunned by the people in the nearby village. She had sold her farm to the village mayor, and had Then taken up residence at her former home as a milkmaid for the cows and a wet nurse for the mayors own daughter.

It was the village healer between her legs now, telling her to push, telling her to expel the vile child inside her. She hated them all, but she hated the child most of all.

But she pushed...and she screamed.

Finally it was over.

The child was dark of hair, like her, and not the blonde hair of the Roman pig who her. Looking at the child, she again felt hate, but also love. For it was a fine line between these two emotions.

The village healer smiled at her. “It’s a...”