The Nephelim

December 1995

Shena let out and ear piercing, muffled cry as she bit down on the cloth and pushed. She wrapped her arms behind her knees and pushed, hard. 

Shena's labour lasted 24 gruelling hours, finally, past the finish line, covered in sweat, blood and tears she held her newborn baby in her arms. With her head resting against the wall she stared down at the baby in her arms, The infant was wrapped ina thick, tight swaddle to protect her from the icy outside and to protect her from the dust of the abandoned home. She wanted to spend the last few hours simply staring at the child, drinking every one of her features in and pouring every ounce of her love into the little girl, hoping it would be enough for her to forgive shena when she was older. The woman placed the baby down for a moment so she could clean herself up and write a note to place on Baby Shiloh when she left her. She wanted her daughter to have some part of her after she was gone. She wanted some part of her daughter deep inside her soul to know, that she had the best intentions. Once Shena was somewhat back to normal, she tended to baby Aiyana. She put a nappy on the infant, dressed her and breastfed her for the first and last time. 

The woman then packed the bag for the little girl writing in the note the name she had chosen being "Ana Theliel Mitchell" the infant's date of birth and a small letter to her. Shena tucked the letter into the baby's wrap and fixed it keeping her warm. 

This was the hardest thing Shena ever had to do aside from leaving Aiden. No goodbye, No last kiss, Last embrace. This was killing her. However, she knew Aiden would find Ana one day. Their paths would cross. He would do what he could to protect the girl. To protect their love. To protect his daughter. Shena needed to make the goodbye Sweet and short. If she prolonged it she was afraid she would never let her go.

Shena reached up and wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye and leant down kissing Ana on the forehead. Her chest felt as if it was caving in on itself, the physical pain of her body begging her not to part from her child. "Please for the love of God, Protect my Daughter," Shena said, her voice quiet, tight and mostly broken. 

Shena lifted the girl and the bag holding whatever Ana would need in her arms and exited the abandoned building. She paused by the door and listened. She listened for anything. Movement, Wings, paws, hisses. Once she felt it was safe, Shena moved as quickly as her tired body would allow to the neighbours, the James Family. The woman had watched the family a few weeks before having Shiloh, making sure she was happy to leave her daughter with the family. She was indeed happy. They already had a young 4-Year-old boy, Clay.

Shena was positive it was a positive environment for Ana. After 15 minutes, Shena had reached the front porch of the family's large light blue and white home. She placed the sleeping baby in the basket on the parent's doorstep along with all of Ana's belongings. She bent down and with weeping eyes, give her daughter one last goodbye kiss. "I love you, Darling, Don't ever forget that," Shena whispered. She stood, wiped her eyes and knocked on the door before hurrying off behind the tree.

"Please accept her.," she whispered.