At that moment I closed my eyes for a second. For sure, this baby was not cursed: it was the child of a witch or sorceress, who forced their slaves to f**k them in order to get pregnant.
Their plans were simple, to give birth to the baby that could withstand all their power and maintain the lineage, however most of the babies could not withstand the magic and their veins blackened causing them to die in a short time. Therefore, they always ordered to kill the babies that were useless to them.
Thinking about that, I gently looked at the baby and felt it fiddling with my hair as it looked at me with its big gray eyes.
“Please stay alive while I go back” I said before placing the baby on the floor covered in my coat.
With a sigh I got up from the ground and walked out of the willow tree
