Queen of Mayhem

THE HEIR

Years passed and still the raven soared high above the Earth with shadow speed, in search for the right heir for his mistress, he was not going to let her down.

With magnificent speed, he soared high in the clouds for years, seasons and eras passed but he still kept soaring high to find the right heir for his mistress.

After many decades, it finally found the chosen one, but..... it turned out to be that 'the' chosen heir was actually a baby, an 'unborn' baby... just great.

The mother of the baby who's name was Aurora was heavily pregnant with a baby, she was in her ninth month and was soon expecting her child. She was trying to help her self to some berries in the garden.

The pregnant woman stood in her garden, her long floral gown tangled in the berry bushes as she struggled to reach the ripe fruit. Her beautiful face was etched with exhaustion and frustration, her eyes narrowed in a mixture of pain and annoyance. Her swollen belly made every movement awkward, and her back ached from the weight she carried. She huffed in exasperation as she tried to bend to pick a particularly plump berry, only to straighten up again with a groan. Her usually radiant complexion was flushed and tired, her hair disheveled from the heat. Despite her discomfort, she couldn't help but laugh at her own clumsiness. "Why did I think this was a good idea?" she muttered to herself, her voice laced with weariness. As she finally managed to snag a berry, she popped it into her mouth with a sigh of satisfaction, momentarily forgetting her fatigue. But the relief was short-lived, as she straightened up again, rubbing her aching back.

"Oww!" she exclaimed in pain. Meanwhile, as Aurora was having a really bad time picking berries, the messenger raven had been observing her for quite a long while, it tilted it's head with every move and step that she took, then it's black onyx eyes grew wider and darker.

Just as she'd picked a berry, the messenger raven landed beside her, its black eyes glinting. Before she could react, it pecked sharply at her foot, making her cry out. A tiny trickle of blood ran down her skin as the raven snatched the berry from her hand. With a gleeful croak, it spread its wings and took flight, leaving the pregnant woman wincing in pain and frustration, her berry-thieving nemesis soaring triumphantly into the sky. "Ughh, curse you pathetic bird!" she cursed in a hoarse voice looking up into the sky but the thief was gone, completely out of sight. Aurora sighed and was about to pick up her basket of berries when a familiar voice called out to her, it was her husband. "Hey what are you doing, you're going to hurt yourself dear" her handsome husband who's name was Xyrus said in a worried tone as he picked up the basket from the ground. "Oh, no I won't hurt myself", Aurora said sarcastically making sure that her bruised leg was visible.

"Oh my.. what happened dear" he said in fear as he took a good look at the injured leg. "Well this is what happens when you leave your pregnant wife at home 'alone' " she replied rolling her eyes as she held her long floral gown up and made her way into their little home. "Why are you such a drama queen " Xyrus laughed as he followed his wife into the house.

Xyrus and Aurora were newlyweds who lived in a small....a really small house which was sometimes referred to a cottage in a small town. They were not rich, but still, they were contented. Xyrus worked in a factory and wasn't really paid much but was also supported by his loving wife who sold some crops in the town's market and most times made huge sales at the town's market festival or parade.

Aurora, heavily pregnant, stirred the pot gently, humming as she prepared dinner. Xyrus, her husband, sat nearby, chatting about his long, exhausting shift at the factory. The room was warm, filled with the scent of stew and soft laughter—until everything changed.

Without warning, Aurora doubled over, a scream tearing from her throat. The pot clattered to the floor. Xyrus jumped to his feet, panic flooding his face.

"Aurora?, Aurora what's wrong!"

She gasped, clutching her belly. “It’s... it’s not normal—it hurts!”

The pain was inhuman, sharp, almost unnatural. Her whole body trembled as Xyrus scrambled to call the midwife. Time blurred as Aurora writhed in pain, her screams filling every corner of their small home.

Finally, the midwife arrived and rushed to her side. Minutes later, the child was born.

But something wasn’t right.

She was silent. Her skin, ghostly pale—almost glowing. Raven-black hair framed her tiny face, and her eyes… silver, blank, expressionless. A long, strange scar ran from her left temple down to her chin, as if she’d fought through something just to be born.

Xyrus and the midwife stared in stunned silence. Aurora, breathless and weak, held her child close—but a chill settled in the room.