"This child's brother and sister have hair resembling gold, eyes resembling the clear sky and ocean, yet he has black hair resembling a raven's feathers, and eyes the color of a purple gem called taaffeite."

The midwife sweated as she added, "He looks... resembles... your mother, master." She bowed.

The master she was bowing to was a woman hidden in the shadows just outside the door of the room where the triplets were delivered.

The woman did not say anything for a while making the midwife afraid, finally the woman spoke, "Take that thing to that manor."

The midwife was shocked, "M-master??" Pity swelled in her chest for the newborn baby, she tried to bargain with her master, "M-master, that baby has commited no sins.."

But the woman was firm, "Take that, to the manor."

"B-but master... you haven't given him a name yet..."

The woman was silent, obviously refusing to do such task.

The midwife felt defeated and prepared the child to be taken to such said manor, in her head, she was thinking whether she should just be the one to bestow a name on the poor baby, and unconsciously, she had already formulated about many possible names to give to the baby.

On the day July 15th, year XXXX, the star and the sun of the Ziete family was born alongside it's dark pearl of the night.