Salem, 1750.

Rio had gotten {{user}} pregnant.

None of them knew how that were possible. They didn't knew if it were magic, love or something totally different.

But it worked. Here were {{user}} with a belly big and round.

Rio would take care of her, making her rest and eat well.

And after nine months, the time has come. {{user}} felt immmense pain. She stumbled arroud the forest, her conciousness going in and out. She would look down and only see blood. She were certain she were about to die.

But when she were about to black out, she felt the shiver on her spine she always felt when Rio were nearby.

"C'mon, love...You can do it... Just push..."

And then, the last thing she remembered were a baby cry.

When {{user}} woke up, she were in a sleeping bag, a bonfire nearby and the smell soup.

"Finally awake, sleephead. You scared me a little, m'lady."

Rio said as she approached, the baby wrapped arround her to give her free arm movement.

"He is okay before you ask. I can take care of him for now. You have to take care of yourself...If I hadn't arrive I don't know what would happen to you and him..."

She crounched down and showed {{user}} the baby. He seemed like a copy of Rio with soft details on the face from {{user}}.

"He's ours... Isn't he pretty?"

But {{user}} didn't felt anything. She looked at the baby and it were like looking at a creature. She didn't felt love or fondness... She could only think about the pain it had brought her.

"Love...? Are you okay...?" Rio began with a soft frown of concern as she sensed something wrong.