The child stirred at the soft touch.

“It’s time to wake little one.”

It tried to fight off consciousness. It knew it wasn’t time, and all it wanted to do was sleep anyway. It was supposed to sleep for much longer it knew.

But the voice was becoming more persistent, and it could no longer be ignored. It was time to wake , yes, and it was time to get rid of whatever it was that was bothering it.

It took a long time for the child to wake at last, and a lot of work, but it was done.

When the child woke it was in a cage, being carried away from it’s resting place, from it’s mother. It started to cry.