"I'm sorry, we lost him". A woman in blue scrub said.
The roof and pillar of the building groaned, succumbing to the blast force of the wind and heavy downpour from the torrential rainstorm that picked today to fall, of all days.
"No! Not now. I can not lose my son like this. Try something, try everything you have". Kael cried.
"We have done everything we could, as you can see". A birth attendant replied. "This child is dead, do the mother a favour and bury him beside her as a form of tribute".
"He has not made a sound nor cried in fifteen minutes, nothing can save him now". The woman in blue scrub chipped in.
"Who are you to tell me when a child dies? If I want to hear it, not from you". Kael suddenly snapped.
He grabbed the child and dashed into the storm.
Buckets of water pelted on him, accompanied by hail big enough to crack his skull. Let's not talk about the wind, that kept sweeping him off his feet, ready to lift him up and slam him into a tree.
The street was hazy, and the trees swing violently, left and right like they would be uprooted any moment if the wind does not stop.
Squeezing the cold and still boy into his chest, while he paced towards the temple, he murmured some incorrigible words, he looked back and saw the building in which he had ran away from, the lights placed on it window was put off by someone he couldn't recognise, but he knew the meaning.
'My wife is dead. The mother of my boy, is dead'.
By morning, that woman with no expression on her face and cold hands would have to buried by him. But he is not going to bury her alongside his son.
'Never!'
"Not when I have my blood in his veins". Kael said to himself.
'Except he is not my son'
"Even if.....I will make sure he lives".
Kael Tan dashed into the temple "Get me the priest, now!". He screamed as one of the verger approached him trying to stop him. The priest was busy, holding a prayer in his chambers and requested not to be disturbed in a long time.
The verger boy was reluctant but seeing Kael's state and the child with him made him opt in to calling the priest.
"Don't die, son. Don't die". Kael said talking to the already dead child. "God is here, I brought you to God".
Two nuns hastily closed the door that was kicked open by Kael, and rushed to get a thick robe, another took the child from Kael and went away without saying anything.
Everyone was moving in urgency, like they have to meet up with something before a deadline. Even the rain was pouring down like it was on an assignment.
"Please! Save my son". Kael cried hard, falling on his knees and bowed his head on the temple's floor.
Lightning struck the stone spire outside the temple's building which caught fire. The door to the priest chamber slammed open and gust of wind followed.
The Priest was seen kneeling down with his hands together in a prayer stance. He slowly raised his head up, "He is here".
"The prophecy is here".
"History has been rebirth"
"Prophecy is coming alive"
"The greatest story of mankind".
As soon as the Priest finished his words, another lightning struck the burning spire again, and the unexpected happened.
"Waaaah!"
"Waaaaaaaaah!!"
The sound of a baby crying rang through the temple walls and they cracked, leaving big fissures on it. The building shuddered as another blast of wind and rainstorm hit the building.
"Get the child to the father". The Priest said without leaving his chambers.
A nun came back with the boy, coming towards Kael, the father. The boy moved restlessly with a lot of energy, swinging his arms and kicking his feet. His high-pitched cries painfully pierced the ears of everyone in the temple.
The nun ears bled, yet she struggled, and made sure she gave Kael his child.
"Take your child, Sir. He is alive". She bent over to put the child in his hands.
By the time Kael rose up to collect his son, Kael eyes had turned milky and white as snow. He had became blind. He looked much older than he came in and his hair??
His hair was changing. Slow at first but now rapidly, like a disease swiftly running through a land turning everything to ash, all his hair became white.
Immediately the nun placed the child on Kael's hands, she withered and died.
Other nuns and vergers in the temple were aghast. "Holy Mary! Save us now. What is this ?"
"He is who we have been waiting for. For 4000 years, a prophecy had come to us, that a boy, the greatest sorcerer of all time would come when darkness is at it climax. If he had chosen to come now, then brace up, because darkness shall descend on us, but only one person can save us all". The priest hummed.
Kael stood up while carrying the boy, his warmth seeping into his skin, he lifted the boy up facing the roof.
With white milky eyes, extremely long hair and wrinkled skin, Kael bellowed into the heavens, "I have sacrificed my essence for the life of this child that he may come alive. Let your will be done".
Lightning struck the already broken spire for the third time, demolishing it completely. The rain stopped suddenly and the fire on the broken spire rose higher. Ravens circled around the temple without perching. The once rainy and cloudy sky cleared out with no traces of rain. The moon shone bright, lighting up the sky and the earth. The rays of light shone on the boy's face through the big crack where the spire had been.
The boy snuggled himself into Kael arms, smiled and fell asleep.
The Priest walked out of his chambers for the first time, the nuns picked up their rosaries and began reciting some silent prayers. The vergers and some other occupants of the temple fell to their kneels and bowed their heads to the ground. While two verger carried away the dead nun.
"Bring the Child, Kael". The Priest said.
Kael in his blind state passed the child to the priest and went down on one knee.
"What shall we name this child?". The Priest asked.
"Eryndor Darkfire". Kael replied. "His name is Eryndor Darkfire, bringer of light, death and fire".
Making a cross gesture with his hands, the Priest responded "And so shall it be, I hereby consecrate you, and your name shall become Eryndor Darkfire, bringer of light, death and fire".
Thunderclap cracked in the silent night.