Prologue
An unforgiving storm rages above, throwing wind and sleet in its wake, pounding upon the backside of a young woman in labor.
She'd wandered from her campsite, losing her way and leaving her husband far behind.
What wonderful weather, she thinks angrily. I'm in labor in the middle of a storm.
She sits under an overhang of tree branches, spanish moss waving in the winds.
Breathing steadily, she clutches her belly and waits for the next contraction. I can't do this alone, I've never had a baby before...
As if God had read her mind a shadow is cast before her and upon looking up, a woman with fire red hair stood over her. "I will help you deliver the child, but on one condition."
Mrs. Briefs moans. "A...anything."
"You must promise me that I may pass my power on to your child once she reaches a certain age."
"Yes," Mrs. Briefs cries. "I promise!"
The red haired woman smiles, her golden eyes shining. "You won't regret your promise. One day your daughter will save a dying race. They will depend souly on her and she will be their messiah. Their savior for all time."
TO Be Continued...