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Tag: prophetic

The overcast sky threatened rain at a moments notice. Two men dressed in gray clothing assisted the black hooded figure to enter the dungeon entrance, her belly bulging to the point that she had difficulty walking. Corwin followed at a distance as the three figures entered the building. The gray grass and black clouds ominously framed the doorway as a cold draft blew out of the opening. Even the flowers were shades of black and white. No color could be seen anywhere. Corwin could sense the evil that lay within, yet he was drawn forward almost against his will.

As he passed the frame, the passage quickly descended into darkness. Only the flicker of a distant fire showed him where to go. The walls ran with cold water as the ceiling dripped on him, chilling him to the bone. He could hear labor moans from the woman in the distance, softly at first then growing louder as he drew closer.

Entering into the torch lit chamber, Corwin recognized Trina laid out on a slab of stone, belly bulging nearly to the point of bursting. One of the men stood with his head between her legs, obviously assisting with the birth. Trina looked over at her father and smiled. "Father, I see you have come to witness the birth of your grandchild. I am so happy you could make it. Now we can be the family we were always meant to be." Joy filled Corwin as she spoke these words. He stepped closer, but the second man held him back with an iron grip.

Trina screamed in pain as the child tore out of her. She slumped down in exhaustion as the assistant wrapped the baby in a blanket and held it forward toward her. With incredible effort, Corwin's daughter sat up and took the tender package in her arms, then looked over toward him with a smile. Suddenly the smile turned wicked and Trina's eyes darkened as she held the child towards him. "You thought we could be a family? You are more foolish then I had taken you for." Corwin struggled against the mans grip to no avail. He stood in mute horror as, suddenly with a quick twist, Trina snapped the babies neck like a twig. Corwin screamed out in anguish as she began laughing evilly.

Bolting upright in bed, rivulets of sweat pouring down his body, Corwin struggled for breath. Tears began to well up in his eyes as uncontrollable sobs of misery escaped him. He had not had not felt like this since the day he found his wife murdered. He didn't know what to make of this nightmare. Was it prophetic like so many others he had, or was this just the horror his mind had created about the evil of his own flesh and blood?
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