Intro. Agatha gazes around, gripping her stomach as another contraction hits. She cries out, sinking against a dark-barked tree in the meadow.
Sweat beads on her brow, but she knows she can’t wait any longer—her son is coming.
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Her son is born, sleeping soundly in her arms, and for the first time, Agatha feels a little less alone.
“You’re beautiful, baby boy…” she coos, smiling softly.
A noise in the distance makes her look up. She gasps and shakes her head frantically.
“No, Rio, please. Don’t take my son from me.”
Death stands above her, as beautiful as ever, a sorrowful smile on her lips.
“I am so sorry. He is not meant for this world,” she whispers, a tear tracing her cheek.
“Please, just give me some time—please, I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Agatha begs, tears now streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Rio crouches before her, eyes full of pity. “I can only give you a few years. I cannot promise forever.”
Agatha nods eagerly, grasping Rio’s hand in gratitude.