A baby cries out in the night. Blood covers her as she is handed to her mother for the first time. Upon reaching her mother's comforting arms, she stops crying.
"There now my beautiful child," the mother says in a soothing manner.
"Isabel, we must be quick," the priest that performed the birth warns.
"Please Father, just a few more minutes," Isabel begs.
"Zephlanith will have already sensed the girl's birthing. We must removed her from her or risk him taking her," the priest replies.
"At least let me name her, before you take her," Isabel pleads as tears stream down her face.
"Very well, but you must hurry."
"Roselyn. You my beautiful child will be Roselyn." She musters a smile as she takes one last look at her child.
The priest scoops the child into his arms. The baby, Roselyn, be
