The year was 1751. The night was darker than normal, the moon was covered by clouds. A woman's scream echoed off the trees,
a pack of wolves began to howl. In a cottage near the old road, Ciadentria held her aunt's arm tightly. With watery eyes and hands covered in blood, the room was lit by the candle glow.

Aunt Mesodeni looked up and said excitedly.

"Congratulations! You have three healthy boys! You must be proud!"

Triplets were born that night. Ciadentria looked at the three innocent faces and whispered.

"My enlightened ones, welcome to your brand new life."

Then gasping for air Ciadentria held her babies close to her chest then slowly closed her eyes. Moments later the proud mother of three drifted away and died.

With flowing tears, Mesodeni put a sheet over Ciandentria. She then looked at the beautiful children and noticed each of them had a birthmark on the back of their lower necks.

"Sweet babies your momma is gone, but I am here. I name you Vini, Vidi, and Vici."

Then she lifted them up wrapped them in blankets and laid them in a wooden crib.

"Oh Ciadentria how we miss you already, I promise to give them a glorious life."

She kissed her forehead pulled over the sheet then blew out the candlelight.

The End