Many years ago.
Madam Bluerose picked up the small, silent child. The baby was much too little to have survived his birth, but his sky-blue eyes were open, nonetheless.
"What's his name?" Bluerose asked the mother.
"Ro...me...o," she replied weakly.
"Healer!" the nurse yelled. "We need assistance!"
"None of my magic is working!" the healer said. "She's dying from...mana poisoning! But how?"
Bluerose turned the baby toward herself, and the two of them stared into each other's eyes.
"The cards speak ill of your fate, little Romeo. What have you done in your past life to be wrought with such a tormenting curse?"
"Blaaaa," the baby said, putting his fingers in his mouth.
"I see. That's what it was. Such a shame. Have you learned your lesson, yet?"
"Uwaaaa."
