Gestation Mythose - Maxwell

She became filled earlier as the late of destiny carved her creation
to the unsuspected few. Holding in and hiding the preganancy she continued the dance she moved
A year before. Now the dance would draw to an end and the cleansing would need to begin. This next
breed would be the bridge to the millenium. I was brought in then. I was then
blessed to aid the midwives. : 39 weeks crawled and it seemed as if this walk would never run. Until she pulled a plushe filled
push and out from her came them. Each a radiant distinctive familiar, as I have never seen
in gazes before, they were filled blessed like thrills. :
I wondered their names as she thought to me a thought in confidence that she would make the news known soon.
Dispelling shame she assured me of no crime as I was lost in the beholding
:When the world looked upon the coven they wondered the father they suspected the
mother. They insulted for some connection. When in fact they were the bond. It took a
moment as they would find individual lovers out of each of the babies. I looked on hoping
They would understand the growth, not quite sure if i'd ever begin to myself
: I would soon learn that the ones here before me would usher in the next trinity of beings
I would soon learn that this was but a scratch on the surface yet to be formed. Was I prepared?
This would begin the domino effect of a million questions unanswered.