Transcript (en)

She was a witch in labor, and the child inside her already seemed to possess magic of its own. To make everything worse, she was on the run, with only one man by her side. With no other option, Masonel gritted his teeth and pulled together every scrap of knowledge he had about childbirth, stepping into the role of midwife on the spot. He kept talking to Edeline, kept pushing her forward while her screams climbed higher and higher and the magical energy inside the cabin began to churn and destabilize around them. This child was never going to be ordinary. Still in the womb, he had already claimed magic as his own and was using it instinctively to shield his mother. Then came a sharp, clear cry, and the child of magic entered the world. Edeline threw her head back and let out a sound that was something beyond a scream. Her true nature as a witch surfaced fully in that moment, and the power that had long been dormant inside her roared back to life But after the wave of fierce joy came the crash The toll of everything physical and spiritual hit her all at once and she sank into a deep heavy sleep Masonel carefully pulled a blanket over her and turned to get his first look at the child. The infant worked his magic again before Masonel could take a single step. as though standing guard over his sleeping mother by instinct, allowing no one to come near. In the middle of the night, Masonel stepped outside to do a sweep of the perimeter and stopped dead in his tracks. The child was there, in the path ahead of him, eyes wide open, staring straight at him, having appeared from nowhere. Masonel's heart lurched. Had Edeline lost him somehow? He scooped the child up and hurried back to the cabin, pushed the door open, and turned to Edeline with the question already leaving his mouth. What on earth was going on? She's right here. But it's freezing in here. The fire went out, and there's no wood left. I saw her. I picked her up. She's been with me all night.