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Wisteria laid in the bed the healer doing his ussual examination. He tugged and pulled at her stomach, as if trying to manipulate something. Wisty frowned as it was quite painful nor did the twins enjoy such. She felt a strong kick and tried to hold back a smile.

The Healer placed his stethescope on her growing abdomen, How have you been feeling Milady, he looked at her pale face with critical eyes. You are twenty eight weeks he said softly and she nodded, I figured as much, I knew my time was getting close. He shook his head yes yes it is but... If the babies are born now they may not survive. She looked at him oddly. Why would they be born now?

Where is your husband? Wisteria paled more, he he couldnt be here. The healer looked at her. He needs to know. She shook her head, tell me I will tell him. The cold icy fingers of her lie seeped in but, he was so excited, so happy she couldnt bring herself.

The healer spoke calmly, we need to take the babies now a few more weeks even days Wisteria and with the position their in well.. you wont survive it, it will quite frankly rip you asunder.

Wisty shook her head no , no, I am sure they will move I am sure they will be fine.... The healer closed his eyes. Milady I dont think you understand, I know you have been taking potions to feel better, but the twins they are stuck in an unusual area, I have never seen the like. You can always try again, you can always have more, your a fine strong lass. She shook her head vehemently. This pregnancy will not be terminated, I knew this was coming, I knew it! I will die as my mother did bearing these babes, because we need them..

She began to cry, We need them...
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She walked into the small room staring at the two baby cradles, and placed her hand upon her stomach. Somehow it felt as if their movements were trying to comfort her, they were grateful, so intelligent so smart. Closing her eyes she could almost see them their little hands outstretched clasped together.

She smiled she was calm, it would be what it would be. So she would die, what did healers know anyway. She sat down and began to write her letters to the druids, she wanted to leave them a final goodbye.
Dear Alonwynn, Dearest Doireann, My Good friend Malikhia, and of course Milord Tavish,

When finished she placed them in her trunk. She didnt want them to have them till after she was gone.

Xorinia give me strength...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...