𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐘𝐀

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗 𝟏𝟓𝟑 𝐁𝐁𝐘

ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴏᴋ

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐊 seemed to shine particularly brighter in this moment of meditation.

Aniseya's eyes were closed solemnly as she let the moon's light stream over her face. Briefly,she wondered if her efforts would be successful; Would the child live?

The thread had never been used in such a way,to create life. It was a tedious thing to perfect and the persecution the coven faced if the Jedi found out would be double of which they had already experienced.

Koril had not been so receptive to the idea at first, however, she couldn't deny that the future of the coven had been held up in uncertainty. Their ways must continue on, their secrets kept.

It wasn't ideal, of course, to create a single child; Perhaps Aniseya's concentration in the act had been tainted with doubt. She had channeled the power of many into a single being.

Could the child bear the weight? Aniseya wasn't so sure.

"Mother Aniseya?" One of the witches called to her nervously. "Koril has begun pushing."

"Let us make haste then," Aniseya replied promptly.

The two descended into the caves, greeted by the pained screams of Koril and the encouraging words from the rest of the coven.

Aniseya parked herself right by her wife's side, hand in hand. She was sure Koril would've been more thankful if she wasn't currently contorted in agony. Pushing a being of high form was beginning to take its toll.

"Just a few more, you're almost there!" Aniseya assured though she doubted Koril was listening.

The witches of the coven surrounded her, standing with their hands interlocked in anticipation.

One last push caused Koril to fall back into the bed, sweat streaming down her face. The cries of a baby echoed throughout the caves.

Proof of life. The succession of their future.

Aniseya had never heard a sweeter sound. Taking the baby into her arms, she didn't dare break away from her small little face.

When the child's sobs settled into small coos, Aniseya raised her, displaying the baby to all her fellow sisters of the Thread.

"Bear witness to this miracle!" Aniseya's voice was filled with gratitude. " A daughter from the Thread!"

The witches harmonized into a somber song, welcoming the baby into this galaxy.

"The power of many!"

"Blessed be the Thread!"

"Hello, my darling moon." Aniseya smiled, averting her gaze down to the bundle in her arms.

When Koril came to,Aniseya passed the baby into her love's arms. The Zarbrak women's eyes were filled with adoration. All the pain she has endured had suddenly been worth it.

"Ana-rune," Koril whispered to the baby. It was only fair, she had carried her after all.

The witches echoed the name of their new addition, the hums of their song getting louder.

She who is Brendoks' future, the first child of the Thread.