The night was unusually dark for this time of month. Thick clouds hung in the sky and made it look almost totally black, and the land like a dark shadow. Except for one small speck of light, hovering high over the dark treetops. It belonged to a window in the wall of an old castle. Hardly anyone knew it existed. And now there were screams coming from it.
“Are you sure everything’s fine, Delbert?” Lord Marshall asked. He’d been walking up and down the room in nervous eights, but had now stopped and gave the bedroom door a worried stare.
“Child birth is a very painful thing, sir” the butler’s voice said from the other side of the room. He was stitching old baby clothes. “But I’m sure she is fine.”
“Still…” Lord Marshall stepped towards the window and stared into the unusually dark night. “The moon’s not out today… Its bad luck when a puppy is born and the moon’s not out.”
“Now, Sir, your young lady would not approve to hear such talk from you.”
“Oh, yes. A child. Of course…” he sighed. “Strange things happen on moonless nights, Delbert… Very strange things…”
“And it’s supposed to be full moon today.”
There was another scream. But this time, it sounded different. Lord Marshall jumped up and glanced at the bedroom door again, with a mix of worried relief and fear in his face. Before the butler could stop him, he ran to the door, wrenched it open and stepped inside.
There was the maid staring at him, the hot water bucket, the bed with blood-stained sheets… and there, his wife with their baby in her arms.
He walked towards the bed, with a smile on his face. “He’s beautiful” he whispered, “What… what’s his name?”
“Her name’s Aurora.”
Suddenly, the moonlight broke through.