Madame Baby

She floated weightless, in the vast nothingness, long full of power she had no need to use, no desire to use. She looked upon the world, and saw the people, their joy and sadness, their long depressions, and their eras of bliss. She – though their was no gender in this formless void – decided it was time to venture, to experience for herself. Her will drifted across the world, looking for an anchor, looking for a place to cast her magic. She began as any human does, a clump of cells, dividing and multiplying. She would use her magic to command nutrients from her host. Her soul would see the sick mornings and the swollen feet and the sore back, though her new human form was too young to know any of it, too young to retain it. Her magic was powerful, though not without side-effects. As she neared birth, and moved more, and poked at her new momma’s insides, she grew farther from her soul, less connected to the void, and her magic waned. Her soul would watch, and when it was all over,…

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