In a stormy night and in a muddy cave hidden between tree trunks, a child was born. A child that would change the course of the world.
A woman covered in sweat and blood was holding tenderly a child in her embrace.
Again and again, she whispered to the child words of apologies.
'' I'm sorry. I'm sorry for bringing you into this cruel world.''
The woman sobbed trying the held back her tears without success.
''I hope you will forgive me and your father.''
The woman looked up the man standing next to her with his arm crossed. His eyes were closed and his face calm.
'' Grazia we do not have time for that. Those dam people from the GoV are approaching. I have to take the baby and leave immediately.''
Grazia did not look at the man. Her gaze was just focused at the baby.
''The baby has a name.''
The man reacted flustered not knowing how to react.
''How should we call him?''
Suddenly the cave echoed with cheerful laughter to which the man reacted irritably.
Grazia lifted her gaze and looked at the man lovely with a smirk.
'' Ohh darling. My beloved darling you are really impossible. It's a boy. Don't you see it. He has the same big forehead as you and the deep bern-violet eyes as everybody in the Del Feranci family.
The man blushed and approached the child, gazing curiously at him.
'' Have you just said that our child has a big forehead?'', the man asked jokingly.
He put his arms on his hips in a huff and threw his jet-black hair in a exaggerated manner over his shoulder.
Grazia rolled her eyes while she cradled the child in her arms.
'' Stop acting like a diva. Are you not old for this?''
The man pouted.
'' I don't have a big forehead. My father Ciel Del Feranci always told me that..''
Grazia interrupted him.
''It was not meant as an insult rather as a compliment.''
Grazia sighed exhausted.
'' Come on Skye. Approach don't you want to hold our child? He even has the famous thin lips of your grand-father Ragnar Del Feranci. ''
Grazia realized that she had said something wrong as Skye's cheerful mood disappeared. His words were cold as ice.
'' I don't know after all I never saw him grew old!''
Skye clenched his fist.
''It was not meant as an insult rather as a compliment.''
Grazia sighed exhausted.
''Because of you!! The 13 Misérables. You are partly responsible for his death and torture!''
He raised his voice looking for a way to went his anger and frustration.
'' He wasn't even buried with his beloved king, his sworn friend. Instead, his body was left to rotten, giving him no dignity and denying his soul peace!''
Trying to defend herself Grazia tried to stand up bracing herself with one arm against the wall.
''It's always the same with you! I already told you to this point in time I had already left Admas behind with my title as one of the 13 Misérables and went into hiding, observing the situation from far away.''
Skye looked disappointed and pained at Grazia.
''You just admitted it Grazia Ferando.
Grazia looked pained at Skye knowing that he was distancing himself from her when he addressed her in such a manner.
She gulped nervously.
'' I was powerless.''
Skye laughed sarcastically.
'' And I should believe that one of the 13 Misérables was powerless. What a joke!''
Sky voice got quieter and quieter.
'' Let's say you had theoretically power would you have saved him or buried him at least next to his friend, his king?''