Miracle

Tonight we're going on a little trip to witness a miracle in my family.  I am very glad and grateful that Tristan is coming with, both because he is my friend and because he is, in a quiet sort of way, our prince.  Sure there's no throne, no knighting, no political advantage, but it does mean something to have a prince of our people here to witness and help with such a wonder.  To my family, mainly my mother and me, it's a deep comfort to have someone who is just like us willing to be there with us.

My sister is going into labor tonight, induced, and Tristan and I are going to be there to help her get through the struggle of giving birth.  I wish with all my heart I could tell my "little" sister who we are, who she is, but she has been through so much in her life that it may be several years before the subject ever comes up.

The miracle that neither Tristan or I have ever witnessed before is the birth of a Goran half-breed.  I want to be there to help her enter the world, our world, but also to protect her from whatever dangers lurk in the dark corners of this same world.  Infants are vulnerable to attack, and if my mother's past, my past, Tristan's past, any Goran's past is something to go by, then this little one is in grave danger until she is old enough to fight for herself (that is, if those who hunt us know about her).  I pray she is unknown to our enemies, and I struggle between the hopes that she possesses the abilities our people do, and the hope that she will be as normal as any Second-Human.  Normal means no hunters.  But normal also means being different from her family.