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Months of following the lines had led her to New York and Calla was honestly a little concerned. She was just trying to figure out where she came from and this…this was a long way from home. 

The lines went around the cemetery, but they never crossed the fence. It was almost as if it had been built specifically with that in mind. 

“Where am I supposed to go in here?” she asked the lines, not expecting an actual answer. But the power beneath her feet swelled, a line of dead grass returning to life, directing her way to go. 

The grave was black marble, shiny and well kept. It stuck out a little from the older, worn down graves. Faint symbols glowed, traced but not carved. Sigils to keep whomever was buried here from ever being raised. 

Muirren Daniels with a date of birth and death listed, but no other information. The ley lines wouldn’t help her find her father, but they had brought her here. A sign that her journey to find where she was from needed to go a different route, she supposed. 

It was painful, in a way, to know that her mother was dead. She would never have answers, never know why she had been given up. There would never be a sense of closure for her. 

Sniffling, Calla turned, hands balled into fists as she made her way out of the graveyard, trying not to run. 

Of course, she only made it as far as the ley lines again before they began directing her path once more, refusing to let her have even a moment to grieve in peace.

Word Count::554
Characters::Muirenn and Calla

The actual labor hadn’t been bad. The demon had made sure she was comfortable during it, helping to take the pain away. It was strange, clinging to a woman she had never met before, but there was something almost soothing about her to Ren. 

Once the baby had been cleaned up and swaddled, Cord had placed her gently in Muirenn’s arms and left the room. She understood that the woman would need time to process it all, to make her peace.

The child was perfect, beautiful with a full head of light colored hair. It was enough to let Ren know her daughter would likely be ginger, it ran in the genes. Her one niece was a redhead too. Brynnlie would have loved to have a new friend and the thought had her choking up. Her little niece would never meet her baby cousin. The girl would grow up without the family she should have. All because she had been so careless and stupid. 

“I’m sorry I can’t be the mother you deserve,” she whispered, running a finger down the bridge of the baby’s nose. “But I promise you, I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe. He won’t ever find you, my sweet Calla.”

It was the only thing she could give. There was no way her mother or the council would let her transgressions go. The judgement would be the same as the one handed to her brother. She didn’t plan on sticking around too long after it went down. 

The only requests she had in giving up her daughter were that her first name remain the same and that she be given to people that would understand magic, that wouldn’t make her feel like a freak. Both of which the demon had promised could be done. She knew of a couple in New York, but Ren had to veto that. It was far too close to home and she needed the baby kept as far from Robert as possible.

The baby fussed, ending her train of thought as she set about to calm the child. It didn’t help that Ren was distressed, the reality of needing to say goodbye settling around her like a thick fog. It made it hard to breathe past the agony building in her heart.

“It’s for the best, my little one. I promise you, it’s for the best.” She knew it was true, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

How could she possibly walk away? How could she leave this piece of her own heart, the only remaining bit of good in her, and walk away as if she didn’t exist? Even if it was in the best interest of the child, how was she supposed to just pretend she was never born?

Tears spilled over, the first time since she had found out she was pregnant. The second time since Robert had gotten his claws under her skin and twisted her mind. Crying was a weakness and she was not weak. She couldn’t afford to be weak any more.

Lips pressed the baby’s forehead, a mother’s promise sealed with a kiss, tears, and sacrifice, before she was pressing the call button to summon Cord once more. 

If she held her daughter for any longer, she wouldn’t be able to give her up.

Word Count::852
Characters::Cord and Muirenn

Muirenn knew she was running out of time. It was hard to hide a pregnancy forever and she was starting to show. There was really only one place she could go if the rumors were true. Some bar in the middle of nowhere, some place that literally didn’t have a name. 

Finding the place hadn’t been difficult. The waves of magic coming off of the place was like a beacon of hope and the woman was all but clinging to that. It was too late for her, Ren knew that much, but there was no way in hell Robert was getting the child. 

Still, she hesitated just outside of the bar. What if the person that ran the place wasn’t willing to help her? After all, Ren had made some awful choices under Robert’s guidance. But that didn’t mean her baby had to suffer the consequences of who her parents were. 

Cord glanced up when the woman walked through the door, the mess of emotions coming off of her nearly startling. The demon glanced at the hound meandering about and wiping tables before nodding towards the door. The last thing she needed was for someone to come in and startle the woman. 

“I…I’m looking for someone called Cordae?” she asked, trying her hardest to sound confident when she felt anything but.

“That would be me,” Cord answered as she pulled herself atop the bar and over it. She seldom bothered to walk around the damn thing and it showed in the practiced ease of the motion. 

That hadn’t been the answer Ren had expected. She looked younger even than herself, but she was too desperate to question it. “I need help.”

It took a bit of effort to not scoff or roll her eyes. Even an idiot could see the woman needed help just by looking at her. “Gonna need more information ‘n that, darlin’.”

The accent seemed just as out of place as the ginger and the bar they were standing in, so she knew she shouldn’t be so shocked, but she was. 

Her hand went to her stomach for a moment before she slipped off the illusion casting ring she was wearing. It was just strong enough to mask the size of her stomach, to hide, at least on a visual level, that she was nearly towards the end of her pregnancy. 

Cord nodded, not at all surprised. No one was more distressed than a terrified parent. “What seems to be the issue?”

She couldn’t guess if it was a medical situation and the woman was looking to make a deal or if it was the sheer demonic aura coming off of her. At best guess, Cord was willing to bet the baby was a cambion. 

“He can’t find out about her. I need…I need her safe. It’s too late for me, but not her. He’ll hurt her if he knows about her.” The swell of emotion she had been bottling so long was beginning to show through the cracks, the damn beginning to break. She just wanted her baby safe.

After a moment, the demon touched her arm gently, soothing her and quieting the hurricane that seemed to be raging inside the woman. It wasn’t quite as easy as it should have been, but it was an indication of the power level the witch possessed. The child was going to be one hell of a powerhouse if it got the right mix of genetics. That limited where she could be sent. 

“I’ll help you, but you have to be willing to let her go when she gets here,” she explained gently. If whomever the father was was so hellbent on hurting the child, he would be able to use the mother to track her if they stayed in touch.

“I’ve made my peace with it. I just want her safe. Nothing else is important.”

Truthfully, Ren knew her mother and the council the woman sat on were about to intervene. They had already stripped her brother, bound even the smallest flicker of magic in him. It was only a matter of time before they got to her as well. She was worse than Ajax was. Hell, she had been the one to turn Ajax down that path. All because she thought she was in love. 

“I’m far enough to be induced. I need this over with.”

Cord blinked at her slowly. “You do know there are risks to that, right?” If the lungs weren’t fully developed, the child could be in trouble the moment she was born and the demon honestly didn’t have the equipment for that.

“I know the risks, but the risk of him finding out are greater. Please. He’ll notice if I’m gone too long.” The desperation was rising again as she practically clung to the demon. She knew it was foolish to trust another of Robert’s kind, but she had heard that this one was different. Exiled. 

It was the only hope she had for her daughter.

“I need to do an ultrasound first. I won’t do it if the baby won’t survive the procedure.”

Muse Stats::Calla

Name: Calla Dixon (born Calla Daniels)
Face:

What: Witch, half demon
Duties: Learning control of her abilities
Age: barely 18
Sexuality: Undefined
Talents: Unlike her mother who’s abilities were tied to a specific element (water), Calla’s are tethered very strongly to ley lines. 

The daughter that no one knew Muirenn had. Ren had caught onto what Robert’s plan was a little too late to get out of the mess she had made. But she was aware enough to use the things he had taught her to hide their daughter. For a child being half witch and half demon, Calla is pretty good at not being a dark mess. Ren had done well in placing her with a good family and she only recently learned she was adopted. This has started her on her search of finding at least her birth mother and the person that helped to hide the child.

Her adoptive parents were also witches, but not in the same league as her biological mother. When Calla’s abilities began to really kick in, they were completely out of their depth. So, when she was sixteen, Calla left home to find someone stronger that might be able to help her. 

It was until she came across a decent clairvoyant did she learn the absolute truth about being half demon and it scared her to her core. The man couldn’t tell her anything beyond that, but, then again, he hadn’t wanted to know more.