As time went on for the young Ronan couple quite quickly however for Dorian and Neith time seemed to crawl by. Each day Dorian worked on the nursery while Neith tended to the home. Making clothes and blankets for the baby to tending their garden and animals. When ever she ventured out to the farm area, Dorian would drop everything at the moments notice in order to help. Not that she couldn’t do it but rather to protect her and the baby. During her whole pregnancy everything went smoothly with not one hiccup. By her four months Dorian had the nursery completed from the cradle to the dressing table. He was even able to find a feather cushion to soften the cradle bed in the nearby village. When he first showed Neith, she was lost for words as it was more beautiful than she originally imagined. The great window in the room let in so much light from the stars that it enhanced the whole room. Neith spend the next few months preparing for the birth and arrival of her child.
Nearly six months after Neith discovered on Christmas eve that she was with child, she went into labor during the early hours of June 1, 1380. She awoke to very little pain, but her bed was soaked with blood when her water broke. Neith woke Dorian to the news which sent him into a panic. No matter how many times he thought that he was ready when the time came, he was far from it. Even though she was starting to feel the pains of labor, she had to take control and focus Dorian on getting her mother and midwife. With great haste he ran to the inn in the nearby village where Leo and Hera were waiting for the birth since last month. Dorian ran up the back stairs of the inn dressed only in trousers, and he frantically knocked on their door until Hera finally answered it.
“Dorian?” she said half asleep as the knocking had awaken her and Leo. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s time.” he said trying to catch his breath.
“It’s time? You mean its time!” Hera shouted. “Leo get dressed and bring our bags to their home.” Hera was barking out orders giving Leo no chance but to comply as he got dressed. “Come, Dorian, we must get back to Neith. She needs us.” Hera said walking out the door putting on a shawl.
“What about the midwife?” Dorian asked as they raced down the stairs.
“She won’t come, son.” as she rushed through the village.
“Wait, why not? Neith needs her.” Dorian shouted at Hera as he grabbed her arm turning her to face him.
Hera turned her face to him as she could not bare to look into his eyes as she told him. “She won’t come because Neith is my daughter and she like many others believed us to be traitors when the war started all those millennian ago.”
“What you did was right ....’ Dorian begun to say before he stopped midway when it suddenly dawned on him. During the whole time of the pregnancy none of his fellow warriors showed any joy let alone coming to see them. Apart from the day they announced the child. “I don’t understand why they would still hold that grudge. The was has been over a long time and besides it was us nightwalkers. I mean that started everything, you only did what you believed to be right, and it was.”
“Dorian, it was what it is. Now please we must get to Neith.” Hera shouted at him trying to bring him back to reality before beginning to run once more out of the village.
Dorian snapped out of it and ran to catch up with Hera who was nearly halfway to his home. By the time he caught up with her she was on his doorstep about to open it up.
“Hera, please wait for me.” he shouted as he came upon her.
But she couldn’t inside the house Hera could hear Neith calling out in pain. Hera pushed open the door to see her daughter withering in pain at the base of the stairs. Both of them ran to her aid just in time as the baby was coming and fast. They managed to get Neith to the living area and onto the lounge where they could better help her. Leo had just arrived at Dorian’s house in time to hear Neith crying out in pain. Leo ran inside the house throwing their bags onto the floor and ran into the living area just as Neith pushed the baby out. Leo took over for Dorian in keeping her calm in the only way they could - holding her hand. He watched and waited with anxiety as Hera helped to bring his child into the world. Compared to Neith’s birth this was moving much faster and easier.
It was only about an hour Neith made her final push bringing her child into the world. Dorian watched as Hera pulled the baby from Neith to every ones surprise the baby was a boy. This put a smile on everyone’s face mostly Leo as his grandson would be the son he always wanted. Taking over for Dorian and Leo, Hera checked her newborn grandson for the mark and to her relief there was none. Both men looked to her and when they saw her shake her head, they both felt a weight was lifted off their chest.
Hera wrapped the boy in a soft blanket and handed him to Dorian “Here is your son, Dorian. He is strong and deserves a strong name.” Hera spoke as she helped Leo sit their daughter up.
“Hello, little guy.” Dorian spoke softly as his son opened his bright red eyes for the first time.” “Your perfect my son.” he whispered as he kissed his forehead. “Neith, I know his name.
Domink Liam Quinlivan.”
“It’s perfect my love.” Neith spoke exhausted from her ordeal.
“Domink Liam Quinlivan. It’s perfect Dorian Quinlivan, honoring both of you.” Hera sighed. “Giving your son Leo’s true name is an honor that no man could refuse.” As Dorian handed his son to her then to Leo.
“Hello, Domink your just what I always wanted if I could have had another. You will beloved little one. You have a great future before you.” Leo whispered as he kissed his grandson on the forehead. “Bless your son, my daughter then you can clean up and sleep.” Leo spoke as he handed Domink into Neith’s waiting arms.
“May the spirits bless and guide you to your destiny and all through out your long life, my son. My Domink Liam Quinlivan.” Neith spoke before kissing him. Much to Dorians disbelief as he did not believe in blessing their children like the angels do.
“I will hold him Neith. You go get cleaned up and get some rest.” Dorian said as he picked up his son taking a seat in his favorite rocking chair by the fireplace where a fire raged.
Leo and Hera helped Neith up the stairs to her bedroom, Hera took to helping Neith wash up while Leo changed the blanket on the bed. Taking the bloody ones downstairs and putting them in a vat of boiling water. Neith got cleaned up and quickly fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. Hera covered her up walked down the stairs to see an all to familiar sight with Dorian holding his child by the fire. Just as Leo had done with Neith centuries before. Leo and Hera cleaned up the living area so Dorian could enjoy these moments with his son before they were gone. After a while Hera noticed that Dorian was beginning to dose off rocking Domink who was fast asleep. Not wanting the baby to fall Leo took Domink from his arms and into his while Hera woke him up enough to get him to go upstairs to get some rest. After a little debate Dorian finally relented and went upstairs while they tended to Domink.
After an hour Neith came downstairs wanting to see Domink but also to feed him as her son was starting to cry. Feeding him was going to be difficult since she had so little due to her hard time getting pregnant. Neith fed him as Hera got their dinner ready while Leo tended to the horses. Taking care of the animals and chopping wood for the fireplace to gathering water for both drinking and bathing.
No one knew for days that Neith had given birth not out of shame or because of the past but rather they just wanted to spend time with their son. After a week their friends and the Circle were brought to their home to see their son. The Ronan’s and a couple of the circle members showed up while the rest of the circle did not care enough to celebrate this new life. Both James and Erik were proud of Domink not only because he didn’t have the mark rather, but he also looked very handsome. James saw how much he looked like both parents especially Neith as he had a full head of dark brown hair. But he had his father’s face particular his nose and lips. As they celebrated Cahal, and his family appeared to join in after not seeing each other for many years. This didn’t matter as they picked up where they left off. Soon the celebration was over, and everyone moved on with their lives.
Over the next ten years Domink grew from learning to crawl, talking to walking then to running. Everyday he grew more and more like his mother as he began to show that he took after her in many ways not just in appearance. He also had her temperament as he was a very calm and easy-going child. Where he had her looks and temperament, he also had his father’s strength and natural fighting skills showing this at the tender age of five. When he first picked up his father’s sword. It was then Dorian began to teach his son the way of the sword and the past since there was no old ones around to teach him about the past and the prophecy. For Neith, she had James teach him about the Angelics and their view about the war so that he would know both sides and make his own choice about the prophecy. As well as the child of the prophecy. Domink had really no idea of why they hate the baby since it wasn’t even born yet. He was much like Erik in his views seeing the baby as an innocent who was being blame for everything. When he told this to his parents, they were shocked by this being only nine years old and already seeing more then them. Where Neith was horrified to hear her son say such thing Dorian all to agreed with his son because like him he saw the baby as an innocent victim. Unlike before when he thought the baby needed to die, he come to realize that the child was just that a child not an evil spirit or devil. Seeing how Neith reacted to Domink and knowing her belief he kept this close to his heart letting only his son know that he supported him and that he wasn’t alone.
After he told this to his parents his mother lost all interest in him instead, she spent her time trying to figure out where she went wrong. What she did to be punished with her son and perhaps her only child she would ever have turning against her. Neith tried to correct her mistake by pushing her son to see that he is wrong but the more she pushed him the more he turned from her. Seeing her as only his mother which cause the bond to be broken for ever. Both could feel this bond was gone as could Dorian but his bond with Domink was also starting to strain the more he chooses to stay by Neith. But by telling him his views earlier and letting him know that he is not alone would help keep their bond together. Through the hard times that would follow as Neith turned more and more against him. For Domink this broken bond with his mother would one day soon be replaced by the love of another. This bond would heal the bond with his father. For nightwalkers their bonds are that more than mothers, fathers, lovers but their extended family as well. Domink was very close to Leo and Hera spending more days with them as they thought much like him.
Domink trained each and every day with his sword as his father looked on with pride. His mother looked on with fear because every day he grew stronger and more deadly with the sword. That he could destroy all she loved and the peace they fought so hard for. As he trained with the swords Domink also found that he had a passion for animals in particular horses even at his age of ten years. He seemed to find that he understood the horses and could ride them far better than most humans and immortals. Along with horses, he found that being on a farm and growing things were far more relaxing than fighting like his father’s duty to the circle entails. All the time he never felt like he belonged with his family because he was so different he could never tell anyone his dreams or what he wanted to do. Neither had anything to do with fighting rather living. Unknown to him and all those around his salvation, his destiny was growing inside Willow.
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