A night unlike any other the chatter of a tribe echoed in the darkness, small fires keeping the shadows at bay, little green figures dancing,singing and eating.

  An agonising cry broke through the seemingly happy atmosphere, the cry turnt to a moan then into a whimper.

  ....

  In a tent at the centre of the camp a woman was sweating and straining.

  Her eyes closed crimson hair clinging to her face and chest, naked of everything apart from a cloth on her head.

  Her gut swollen and distended, moving, something trying to force itself out, small hands and feet pushing trying to escape.

  "No more" a whisper

  A tear trails down her face.

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  "Push" a nasally voice demands.

  She does, between her legs a head starts to emerge, she struggles and keeps pushing.

  An hour she screams and cries and eventually it is done, she pants covered in sweat,

  A small cry, a tiny green child with a main of crimson hair is swaddled in furs. Two green females, one holding the baby both cooing. Their faces sharp full of angles, smiles showing sharp teeth.

  "He'll be pleased, now rest up you've got a few more babys in you yet" say the one holding the baby.

  "Please let me go" a plea from the red head.

  A smirk

  "No"

  ....

  In the little green womans hand the child stirred, his eyes opened and flashed crimson a smirk forming on his lips.

  The world screamed.