In the darkest of night a run down old barn housed a woman in sheer pain, her body screaming as her lungs pushed out sounds so blood curdling it was sure to attract unwanted attention. With every scream she feared the unborn child she was about to give birth to, would never see the world.
With the forest in ebony a lone stranger padded silently threw its under brush, he'd heard the terror of screams and was drawn to it like a moth to flame. Now that he was within ear shot, the stranger froze. His brain telling him that this was foolish beyond compare, while his heart said that he was in the right place. To which came another painful cry from a woman he knew nothing about, a decision he'd have to make- soon.
Pushing the half torn door away from the barn he stared as a beauty with golden hair lay on the cold hard ground, blood sliding down ivory legs as she gripped the earth for some salvation. A whimper of a cry was all he picked up, as the woman looked to him with a final plea.