Nikola Tesla: Child of the Storm
Child of the Storm:
A/N: Okay. I have so much work and such as of late (darn exams!) but this just wouldn’t leave me alone... that’ll teach me for googling the history of Nikola Tesla :p
As I’m sure everyone’s realised, the Sanctuary!Verse has changed some of the history of Tesla, which is an awful problem for all us fans who have to try and work around it all as a result... oh well, it’s a challenge! ;)
Technically it’s been a while since I’ve wrote anything (once again; darn exams) and so I thought I’d kick-start off my latest descent in to literary chaos with a short series about Tesla’s history. Each one will be a stand-alone one-shot but they will all inter-relate (it is his history afterall) but you won’t have to read them all in order to understand it all :)
I’ll also throw up a bullet-pointed version of his history once I sort out all this chaos and such just in case anyone else wants to do the same :)
Anyway, I’ll stop blathering now and I hope you enjoy this first, of many, one-shots about Nikola Tesla.
Kasey
Child of the Storm:
Đuka hadn’t been expecting this. Why would she have been? She had been prepared for a long birth. She had been prepared for a hard birth. She had been prepared for a painful birth. She had been prepared for a bloody, potentially life-threatening, birth. But she was not ready for this. How could she have been?
It was throwing buckets outside; the rain was so fierce that, even whilst she was otherwise engaged, a part of her was worried for her other children upstairs in the only room with a glass window - would the glass survive such angry pounding? She hoped to God that it would.
“Just a few more pushes Đuka, and this will be all over, I promise.” The mid-wife said soothingly as she knelt between Đuka’s legs and waited for Đuka to start pushing again; the babe was being difficult, that she could clearly see and in all of her twenty-years of midwifery, Jasna had never had to deliver a babe at such an hour. It worried her, and she felt like she was helping something dark enter the world; but that could never be so for the babe of a priest; a man of the cloth, a good, God-fearing man. No. But the situation that the birth was taking place in didn’t help her dissolve her worry.
“I truly hope so Jasna... why must he be so stubborn?” Đuka groaned as she gripped the sheet beneath her so tightly her knuckles turned white from the effort. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Đuka missed the surprised look Jasna shot at her; a mother shouldn’t know the sex of her babe until after the birth. Should she? “I’m going to try again, I feel like now is the right time.” Đuka warned Jasna as she opened her eyes again and Jasna nodded in agreement.
“It would be for the best if this babe was born soon Đuka, my girl. We don’t want him to be stillborn.” Jasna said, her voice soft, but stern as she knew that the potential for her babe to die would motivate Đuka when all else failed. Jasna watched silently as she saw the exact moment Đuka resolved herself to deliver this babe regardless of anything; the world could be burning and Đuka would still deliver her babe. Jasna just hoped such resolve was enough for this babe to be born soon.
“Remember to breathe Đuka.” Jasna advised as she positioned herself directly in front of Đuka and placed her hands on the young woman’s knees to help support her. “On three I want you to push. One... Two... Three! Push!”
Đuka pushed, she pushed with all her might. She clenched the sheets tight enough to ripe them. She ground her teeth together so hard that it felt like she was pushing her teeth through her gums. And then she screamed as she pushed with one last, determined push as the world around them flashed and rumbled spectacularly.
And when the flashing and the rumbling was over, the sound Đuka had been waiting for nine months to hear echoed around the small bedroom.
The sound of a babe’s wails...
Jasna made quiet ‘shushing’ sounds as she quickly wrapped the babe in the warm blanket beside her, a smile on her face as she stared at the beautiful babe held in her arms. She looked up to Đuka and said proudly. “You have a strong, loud baby boy Đuka.”
Đuka smiled widely, a mixture of relief and exhilaration as she reached out for her child and Jasna dutifully passed the young child to her without a word. “Hello my dear boy...” Đuka whispered, tears of joy and pain in her eyes as she stroked the soft, pale flesh of her son’s cheek. She watched with love in her heart as her son’s eyes opened, albeit briefly, and she caught sight of silver-grey eyes; a rare thing indeed.
“He’ll be a child of the storm Đuka.” Jasna said wisely as she stood up and began to collect the bloodied sheets.
“No.” Đuka said quietly causing Jasna to look up at her questioningly. “Of light.” Jasna’s brow furrowed as Đuka continued speaking. “My Nikola will be a child of light... I know he will.”
END
Just so you know, Nikola Tesla was born on 10th July at the “stroke of midnight” with lightning striking in the midst of a summer storm. (Kind of fitting really, hmm... :p)
His midwife actually said “He’ll be a child of the storm” which his mother replied to with: “No, of light.”
Kinda cool huh? :p
The next one-shot might be up later on tonight, tomorrow or ten-years from now. I don’t know... Sorry. :/
A/N: Okay. I have so much work and such as of late (darn exams!) but this just wouldn’t leave me alone... that’ll teach me for googling the history of Nikola Tesla :p
As I’m sure everyone’s realised, the Sanctuary!Verse has changed some of the history of Tesla, which is an awful problem for all us fans who have to try and work around it all as a result... oh well, it’s a challenge! ;)
Technically it’s been a while since I’ve wrote anything (once again; darn exams) and so I thought I’d kick-start off my latest descent in to literary chaos with a short series about Tesla’s history. Each one will be a stand-alone one-shot but they will all inter-relate (it is his history afterall) but you won’t have to read them all in order to understand it all :)
I’ll also throw up a bullet-pointed version of his history once I sort out all this chaos and such just in case anyone else wants to do the same :)
Anyway, I’ll stop blathering now and I hope you enjoy this first, of many, one-shots about Nikola Tesla.
Kasey
Child of the Storm:
Đuka hadn’t been expecting this. Why would she have been? She had been prepared for a long birth. She had been prepared for a hard birth. She had been prepared for a painful birth. She had been prepared for a bloody, potentially life-threatening, birth. But she was not ready for this. How could she have been?
It was throwing buckets outside; the rain was so fierce that, even whilst she was otherwise engaged, a part of her was worried for her other children upstairs in the only room with a glass window - would the glass survive such angry pounding? She hoped to God that it would.
“Just a few more pushes Đuka, and this will be all over, I promise.” The mid-wife said soothingly as she knelt between Đuka’s legs and waited for Đuka to start pushing again; the babe was being difficult, that she could clearly see and in all of her twenty-years of midwifery, Jasna had never had to deliver a babe at such an hour. It worried her, and she felt like she was helping something dark enter the world; but that could never be so for the babe of a priest; a man of the cloth, a good, God-fearing man. No. But the situation that the birth was taking place in didn’t help her dissolve her worry.
“I truly hope so Jasna... why must he be so stubborn?” Đuka groaned as she gripped the sheet beneath her so tightly her knuckles turned white from the effort. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Đuka missed the surprised look Jasna shot at her; a mother shouldn’t know the sex of her babe until after the birth. Should she? “I’m going to try again, I feel like now is the right time.” Đuka warned Jasna as she opened her eyes again and Jasna nodded in agreement.
“It would be for the best if this babe was born soon Đuka, my girl. We don’t want him to be stillborn.” Jasna said, her voice soft, but stern as she knew that the potential for her babe to die would motivate Đuka when all else failed. Jasna watched silently as she saw the exact moment Đuka resolved herself to deliver this babe regardless of anything; the world could be burning and Đuka would still deliver her babe. Jasna just hoped such resolve was enough for this babe to be born soon.
“Remember to breathe Đuka.” Jasna advised as she positioned herself directly in front of Đuka and placed her hands on the young woman’s knees to help support her. “On three I want you to push. One... Two... Three! Push!”
Đuka pushed, she pushed with all her might. She clenched the sheets tight enough to ripe them. She ground her teeth together so hard that it felt like she was pushing her teeth through her gums. And then she screamed as she pushed with one last, determined push as the world around them flashed and rumbled spectacularly.
And when the flashing and the rumbling was over, the sound Đuka had been waiting for nine months to hear echoed around the small bedroom.
The sound of a babe’s wails...
Jasna made quiet ‘shushing’ sounds as she quickly wrapped the babe in the warm blanket beside her, a smile on her face as she stared at the beautiful babe held in her arms. She looked up to Đuka and said proudly. “You have a strong, loud baby boy Đuka.”
Đuka smiled widely, a mixture of relief and exhilaration as she reached out for her child and Jasna dutifully passed the young child to her without a word. “Hello my dear boy...” Đuka whispered, tears of joy and pain in her eyes as she stroked the soft, pale flesh of her son’s cheek. She watched with love in her heart as her son’s eyes opened, albeit briefly, and she caught sight of silver-grey eyes; a rare thing indeed.
“He’ll be a child of the storm Đuka.” Jasna said wisely as she stood up and began to collect the bloodied sheets.
“No.” Đuka said quietly causing Jasna to look up at her questioningly. “Of light.” Jasna’s brow furrowed as Đuka continued speaking. “My Nikola will be a child of light... I know he will.”
END
Just so you know, Nikola Tesla was born on 10th July at the “stroke of midnight” with lightning striking in the midst of a summer storm. (Kind of fitting really, hmm... :p)
His midwife actually said “He’ll be a child of the storm” which his mother replied to with: “No, of light.”
Kinda cool huh? :p
The next one-shot might be up later on tonight, tomorrow or ten-years from now. I don’t know... Sorry. :/