Lowering myself to the damp floor, I allow my sorrow to consume me. My tears fall like the rain that soaks my gown.

The miscarriage hurts so deeply…

Nausea, hallucinations and voices. I vent my anguish to the night sky.

“Saint, help me…”

I hear a faint cry. Is that…? My head tilts to the side, locking onto the movement behind a tree. I’m already moving towards it to find a tiny hybrid. They’re wrapped in a filthy cloth, clearly no younger than a couple of months.

I gently bring them into my arms, confusion filling my senses. Never have I seen a hybrid up so close, let alone one this young.

“Who left you here, little one…”

I mutter to myself, tracing their soft animal-like features.