"We must hurry, sisters!" Said Baba Yaga. The eldest of the three ogress sisters, all of which are known as Baba Yaga. "Yes, we must. I'm absolutely famished, and this succulent little beast looks delicious." Said the second.

Silently the third sister stands to the side, clutching a newborn child snuggly wrapped in cloth blankets. Peering into the child's eyes, the silent sister gains a sense of motherly affection. It has been weeks since the sisters have last consumed a human, and even then, the meal was an elderly woman. The old taste dry and lack the magical quality they crave in a meal.

"Sestra Yaga! Your silence is quite annoying," Baba Yaga said. "Why don't you hand us the little bastard so that we can begin preparing it for cooking?" Yaga looked up at her two older sisters with worry in her eyes. "No, I will not allow it. This child will be mine no matter the cost." Yaga bellowed. For the first time in over two thousand years, Yaga had finally mustered the strength to go against the wishes of her two older sisters. She wasn't sure why, but this baby felt special, and that feeling overwhelmed her with determination to resist her sisters. Looking down at the child, she realized the baby was holding one of her fingers. At this moment, she felt bonded to the child; all that mattered was saving it from her sisters.

"Yaga, you pustulous hag, how dare you deny us such a tasty morsel? You will give us the child or suffer for your defiance." Baba Yaga said. The second sister shifted to the side towards Yaga and the child, while Baba Yaga moved opposite. Slowly, the two older sisters closed in on Yaga and the baby. The house was littered with glass jars and vials containing many potions and elixirs. Yaga scooped up an arm full and slung them at her sisters, setting off a chain of explosive reactions as the glass containers shattered.

"Argh, filthy bitch. There is no coming back from this Yaga. We will kill you and enjoy you along with your little bastard all the same." the second sister screeched as she recovered from the explosive attack. The distraction provided minimal progress through the house, but it did open a hole in the floor large enough for her to fit through. The problem, though, was getting to it. There was still plenty of hideously slouched sister between Yaga and the portal to freedom.

Through all the commotion, though, the child remained calm and content, which reassured Yaga that they could make it through this ordeal. She thought that if the child wasn't panicked, then surely that meant they would survive. "House, some help would be nice right now." Baba Yaga barked. The house that protected the sisters from the mortals of the realm was magical. They could relocate anytime they desired a change of scenery which added to the mysticism of the sisters. The floor beneath them began to shake as the house awoke from its slumber. The house was as ancient as the sisters and rested on the legs of a demonic bird. This could be helpful for Yaga now that none of the sisters had a solid foundation to stand on.

Attempting to take advantage of the moving house, Yaga let out a blast of dark magic from her free hand directed toward her sisters. The explosion rocked them both backward, causing them to completely lose their footing. Now was the time for Yaga to make her move to slip through the hole in the floor. Quickly, she ran toward it. As she approached, the second sister regained her footing. She reached out and caught a clump of hair on the back of Yaga's head. Determined to get away, Yaga lunged forward violently, causing the hair to tear from her head, and with that, Yaga and the baby slipped through the floorboards, crashing onto the swamp bed below.

Horrific screeching erupted from within the house as the two older sisters rebounded from the failed attempt to stop Yaga. Panic spread through Yaga like wildfire through a forest. She felt a lump in the pocket of her cloak and realized that she had the pestle that controlled the mortar in which the sister would fly in. With tremendous speed, she conjured the pestle from her pocket and called forth the mortar. A horrific crashing sound rang through the night as the mortar barged from the enchanted house, stopping in front of Yaga and the baby. She began to climb into the mortar when suddenly she felt a stinging sensation form in her free arm.

Yaga placed the baby in the mortar and looked at her arm to see what had happened. As she looked upon her arm, she could see that one of her sisters had thrown a rod of iron from the house, which had pierced her arm, severing it from her body. Iron was the one substance that could harm the sisters. The fact that they had kept a piece of iron hidden from her was alarming, but she didn't have time to dwell on that fact now. Blood was pouring from what was left of her arm. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to save the baby unless she stopped her sisters, she ordered the mortar to carry the child as far away from her sisters as it could go. With that command, the mortar rose and sped away into the night.

With the baby gone, Yaga turned toward the house, ready to end her sister's evil reign over her. With her remaining arm, she lifted the iron rod with her magic. Looking over the rod, she cast a spell that caused it to multiply. Hundreds of smaller iron rods floated above the swamp within a few seconds. With the power she had left, Yaga launched them toward the house, each piece piercing through the house, causing explosive blasts as they did. As the house took on more metallic objects, screams began sounding off. The house started to jump and shake from one side of the swamp to the other until the house burst into flames.

Her sisters yelled and cursed at Yaga until the house burst into thousands of wooden splinters. Yaga stood bleeding in the night, which was now silent and deserted. Her legs gave way from the loss of blood. Yaga knew she was dying, which no longer scared her. The baby, wherever it may be, was safe from her sisters, and to Yaga, that is all that mattered.