The night was well advanced, the streets of Port au Prince looked like a cemetery, no streetlights on, nothing but silence and the wind blowing so hard that it looked like a tornado was forming. A shadow stood out from the darkness and headed towards a small ruined house in the poor neighborhoods of this city which has so many unfortunate people. You could see those green eyes which strangely froze the blood. He stopped in front of a window and the people inside were busy with a woman who was in labor. You could see her face distort with the pain of the contractions, her screams pierced the silence of the night like an arrow and you could feel the tempo increasing to the rhythm of the seconds; and a little boy was freed from his womb and on the face of the matron who was delivering the baby there was a degree of panic as the newborn was unresponsive, she quickly cut the umbilicus and began to make maneuver to make the child breathe but she was interrupted by a new cry from the mother and a new head appeared at the level of the vagina and she had to rush to help this new life but unfortunately the second was already cyanotic without a heartbeat. As if the magnitude of the misfortune only wanted to get worse, the mother began to convulse and she was literally bleeding out. The matron, overwhelmed by the situation that was unfolding in 20 years of practice, had never lost either mother or child and in one night her three patients were going to leave before her eyes. The energy of despair she hounded the children, alternating cardiac massage and ventilation, hoping against all odds. The green eyes that witnessed the scene became brighter before disappearing as if they had never been there and at the same time the cries of the two babies were heard.

The sun was rising over the city and the two young lives that had just escaped death were at the mercy of human misery because their mother died in the night he had only a cousin of 18 for his family. years because their father had disappeared without a trace. The latter, far from being able to feed herself, wanted only one thing to flee and let someone else decide the fate of these children. She decided to go and give the children to an orphanage but fearing that they would refuse to keep the children, she opted for a more radical approach, she went to the general hospital, the largest medical center in the capital and took advantage of the ER hustle to dump the kids in a chair and disappear before anyone can stop him. Those present did not even notice the shadow that passed to comfort the little ones.

Two months later the fate of the little ones was to diverge, the more vigorous received the name of Jean and the frailer of the two that of Paul; Jean was adopted by a family but Paul was left behind and a questionable orphan took his care.

A tall man with green eyes who denoted with his ebony skin watched the scene of separation of the brothers with a raven on the shoulder nobody seemed to notice this presence which should not be there and the man spoke as he addressed the crow "You worry for nothing I have good hope to see one of the two survive the metamorphosis, thus our race will survive". The crow's eyes seemed to say I'm not sure. The man frowned, saying our days are over after more than two thousand years our hope lies in these two young warriors.