A distant mother

By securing the sword of St. Magdalena and informing the high abbey of the demon's return. The sisters of the Burning Rose were able to defeat the demon army and the high mother was able to slay their leader Thoros.

Unfortunately for your fellow sisters of white rock there was nothing that could be done for them at the end. Their minds and bodies were too corrupted to be saved and so they were given a quick and merciful ****.

As for you, under normal circumstances you would be thrown out of the sisterhood for your broken connection to the Burning Rose. However for your invaluable contribution to the war, the high mother was willing to over look your sullied self on a condition. No one can know of your impure quim, that means also giving up the baby in your womb; if it's a boy, he would be given away to be looked after by a distant family or if it's a girl to be raised as a sister of the Burning Rose.

For the duration of your pregnancy you were secluded from the general population of sisters, excused as having to be purified of any remaining demon taint. Everyday you would look in the mirror and watch as your once slim and tone belly swelled and expanded and your modest breasts swollen with milk, a reminder of your broken bond to the Burning Rose.

Soon the time for birthing came, you felt your water broken and soon you were attended by Amanda who helped you during the birth. It was a long and painful process, but eventually you pushed out your baby from your cunt.

"It's a girl" Amanda informed you, washing the newborn before handling her to you.

Though tired and exhausted you can see the turf of redhair on the baby's head. A motherly part of you could tell the child was hungry so you brought the child's mouth to your nipple and felt her suck out the milk in your breasts.

Staring at the redhead baby you thought of a name for her "Gisella" the name of the warmother back in white rock. You decided to honour your war mother by naming your daughter after her. 'Your daughter' you could never imagine you would become a mother.

Though you wouldn't be able to be with your daughter for long. Soon you were separated from your Gisella; a part of you thought that would be the last you see of her and a part of you won't deny wishing you would just leave with her.

Years later you remain in the High abbey, helping raise the next generation, telling tales of your exodus from white rock, helping inspire the next generation. However one day you notice in the lastest group of young initiates; a red head girl, looking much like you did when you were younger, Gisella is her name.

You can only watch her from a distance as you fear you would break down in front of her. Never able to interact with her as you fear you would break down in front of her. However you promise to your self you will always look after her, even from afar.