A storm.
A flash of lightning snaps over a home.
The thunder following soon after, making the windows shake in their frames as the boom reverberated across the walls of the home.
A home.
One of brick and stone, filled with anything and everything, one would have wanted, but those weren't important at the moment. What mattered was a certain room.
Inside said room, was a bed.
An ornate thing of carved wood and soft linens, now disheveled and damp with sweat. The sheets, once white, now stained with the evidence of labor.
And on that bed was a woman, two deep pools of amber that were her eyes, clenching in pain.
Raven hair that fell onto the bed, sweat spiraling down her face, as she grit her teeth, until—
A scream.
High pitched and filled with pain, as if noise were the only release the woman could use, to relieve herself from the agony of childbirth. The scream echoed through the home, causing servants to pause in their tasks and glance nervously at one another.
A man, with purple hair was holding her hand, the only consolence he could give his wife.
"Just a little more, Ezra," the man said as another flash of lightning swept across the black night sky of NQSC.
"I can see the child's head, it's almost here," the midwife said, her aspect at the ready to heal whatever damage the baby could have caused, and yet that only made the man worried for some reason.
"AHHHHH!!"
The soon-to-be mother screamed, her voice almost travelling in the wind as another thunder boomed above them.
Outside, the storm intensified. Rain lashed against the stone walls, seeking entry through any crack or crevice. The wind howled like a beast denied its prey. Nature itself seemed to be resisting this birth, as if knowing what it would mean for the world.
"Push, my lady!" the midwife voiced. "The child comes now—push with all your strength!"
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In another realm, a man raised his head, chapped lips forming into a smile almost as if in realization of something.
'I feel it, something has happened,' the man thought, his face weirdly uniformed, you couldn't make anything out except for that chapped smile. 'The essence is resonating. Born in the northern lands, one with great power has appeared. Truly a miracle.'
A seven-year-old boy, with raven black hair, fair skin, and eyes made of pools of liquid grey that seemed to reflect the world looked at the man.
"Why are you spacing out?" the kid asked emotionless.
The boy, Mordret, showed no sign of sensing what his master could. His gray eyes, unnaturally reflective, showed only impatience and perhaps a hint of contempt for the man's distraction.
"No reason Mordret," he said as he continued to walk across the Dream Realm.
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Above NQSC, the storm seemed to vanish, dissolving into the night sky, and above all of Asia a shower of comets graced the night sky, making everyone who noticed look up in awe.
In a garden of a mansion, on the other side of the city, a one-year-old girl, with black hair and steel grey eyes, was being held up by her grandmother as she too stared at this shower of comets, her eyes almost expanding in fascination.
The child, too young to understand the significance of what she witnessed, nevertheless reached toward the sky with chubby hands, as if trying to catch the falling stars.
The grandmother stared at her granddaughter, with so much love it seemed to pour out of her heart, but inside that love was a profound sadness from someone who had lost it all.
"Your mother would have loved this sight," she whispered to the child, not that the child could understand her, and yet the child nodded as if she had. "That rascal too if he came back from the Dream Realm a little more."
Old memories of her husband who had sacrificed himself in America, and her daughter who had become hollow, flooded her weathered mind, but she pushed them away, or at least tried.
The baby, however had long stopped listening to her grandmother as she just stared at the night sky, seeing each comet pass overhead.
The comet shower was soon over, with a startled cry, high pitched and never ending.
The baby had been born.
The sun begun to shine over the city and into the house, where the raven-haired woman lay, doing her best to not fall asleep.
The midwife quickly cleaned the infant and wrapped him in soft blankets, passing him on to his father, as she showed herself out, not wanting to spoil the moment between the parents.
The newly made father, held his child in his hands as he cried, the small tuff of purple hair clutching to the baby's scalp.
"Ezra you did great," the man said showing his wife the baby. "It's a healthy baby boy."
His voice cracked slightly, even he couldn't stop the clump that was building at the end of his throat looking down on his son.
A son where he could see no fault.
He was perfect, in his father's eyes even though he continued to cry.
The woman fought her sleep as her hand stretched to grab her son, light filtering through the windows.
And yet as she grabbed her baby's hand, the child fell strangely quiet, his eyes closing as he was passed on to his mother.
The sudden silence was jarring after the infant's healthy cries. The parents hadn't noticed it yet but a terrible fate had befallen their newborn.
For some reason their baby had been taken by the Spell.
They hadn't even had the chance to name him.
A/N: My glorious king Sinbad needs more fics and I thought he could fit pretty well in Shadow Slave so I'm taking a crack at it. Send those stones, ladies, gents, multicelluar, unicellular beings, robots and energy lifeforms.