The weaver's loom ticks away the passage of time, her threads crossing over and under and intertwining fates together in a cosmic tapestry only to be viewed by her.

Today a new thread is added, it's small, almost imperceptible, but her thread of fate has fallen into the loom.

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On Kiel's shoulder rests a heavy belt made of rows of chains, the wide flat links prominently and proudly hung as a sash across his chest. The 12 link wide belt, being his most prized possession, it is well cared for.

As Kiel begins to write on this day his mind, and quill, wanders to a young bride giving birth, her young husband pacing outside the door of the room as two midwives tend to his wife. The delivery is a smooth one, surprising for one so young. But the pale faces of the midwives show panic.

The newborn daughter is handed to her mother, and she also pales. The infant is placed in a cradle, and handed to one of the midwives before the husband can enter the room. A note is placed alongside her, and the midwife rushes out of the room passing the husband with his daughter safely in her arms.

He enters the room, and sees his wife in tears; and is told his wife's first child, a daughter, was stillborn. He holds his wife, and cries with her deep into the afternoon, never doubting the lie.

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An hour after leaving the house, the elder of the midwives stops in front of a worn building, with a well made, and freshly painted green four panel wooden door. The cradle is set down, and the note placed by he mother is placed on top of the blanket. The woman, done with her solemn duty gives a final look as she walks away.

"I'm so sorry for the hard life you are about to lead little one. May your body be strong, and your soul stronger little miss. I will always be watching you from the shadow. Know that your parents love you, and this is a regret that will haunt them both." The woman says to no one in particular as she walks away.

An hour later a woman wearing a military uniform opens the green door to the sound of a baby crying. She looks down at this beautiful little girl and smiles. Grabbing the note, it is quickly opened as the uniformed woman stands. Inside the note is a simple plea.

'I regret that I can not provide what is needed for this child. Although I know the kind of life she will have in your care, please honor my wish so that I might keep an eye on this child from afar. My only request is that her name be Raina Nicole Sierra.'

The uniformed woman picks up the cradle, and walks inside. Two aides scramble in the room, and almost immediately the young girl is named with the name in the note. The note is then thrown into the fireplace.