Lilian lay on the soft, white bed, holding her newborn baby daughter, Valdirhya. The room around Lilian was simple and white. There sat a plush chair in the corner of the room, a bright white with a single red pillow in it. The round rug on the floor displayed scenes of an ancient battle. It was a high-class room in the pregnancy ward of the hospital. Lilian stroked the bundle of white that lay in her arms. The little pink cheeks of her newborn daughter felt smooth as a butterfly wings. her tiny index finger curled around Lilian's thumb. Lilian could feel Rhya's feet kicking inside the blankets that covered her. Lilian stroked the coal-black locks that had already begun to grow on her daughters head. Lilian smiled weakly, the operation taken place only the morning before.
Rhya's bright ice-blue, speckled silver eyes looked up into Lilian's face with a look of happiness, appreciation and contentment. Lilian's eyes filled with tears at the thought of her baby daughters future. She would never meet her father, who had died three months before. Lilian knew her little Valdirhya would grow up in a harsh and dying world that was being run to ruins by the daemons.
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