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Clarion had been in labour for just over 36 hours now. Her body was exhausted and as each contraction came she'd let out a pained scream as she gripped onto tightly onto the sheets in her large bed. There were two healing talents in the room with her one at the end of the bed ready to deliver her baby and the other at the left side of her making sure she was all right and if she needed anything.
The labour had been awful; she never before had experienced this kind of pain. Queens of Pixie Hollow were born from fallen stars not by physical birth. It was rare for a baby to be born in pixie hollow but it had happened a few times before.
As another contraction his she pushed and screamed out in agony wishing that he was here with her. That she could hold his hand. That he'd whisper words of encouragement. That she could tell him he was going to be a father. But she couldn't. What they did was breaking the rules. Her own rule and she couldn't let anyone know what happened because of it. Not even him.
As she pushed one final time the clock struck midnight and fireworks were going off outside signaling the new year. There was a quick flash of blue light that entered the room through the window followed by a loud wail.
Clarion closed her eyes relieved it was finally over. She didn't know how long she was like that but when she opened her eyes she saw her newborn baby wrapped up in a leaf blanket with a little tuft of white hair on her head. The healing talent carefully placed the newborn into her arms before stepping back.
Clarion looked down at the little girl's sleeping face. She was small. Smaller than she was supposed to be but it was expected. She was premature; two months early. But she was already as strong as a baby carried to term was. Perhaps it was her being half star. She wouldn't know as this thing had never happened before in the history of Pixie Hollow as far as she was aware since no book had any information about it, not even in the royal archives.
As she gazed down at her daughter she couldn't help but notice all the features she had from her father. The white silky hair, the shape of her ears, the pale skin. Clarion wondered if she'd have his eyes as well.
Clarion sat there, her sleeping daughter in her arms as she admired her. The rise and fall of her little body as she breathed softly. The way she'd shift ever so slightly in the swaddle. She already loved her so much.
“Do you have a name for her, your highness?” Dahlia, the healing talent who delivered her baby asked.
Clarion closed her eyes a moment in thought then remembered something he said to her a long time ago something she laughed at back then.
“It means blue, like your eyes.” His voice echoed in her mind like a maelstrom.
“Azurine.” Clarion said softly. “Her name is Azurine.”