Daria's POV

Warmth was the first thing that I felt.

Soft. Gentle. Warm.

Then a faint crying sound. A tiny cry. High and thin, like a kitten.

My eyes fluttered open.

It was not under the same ceiling that I fainted. This was a carved wooden one, which was painted with weird symbols that I did not comprehend.

My throat felt dry. My body felt heavy.

However, the wailing... the wailing drew me into it.

I turned my head slowly.

I was seated next to a witch, who was wailing over some small bundle.

A baby.

My baby.

"H-Her..." I spoke in barely audible tones.

The witch gave me a...