He used to be an unremarkable Historian in modern Earth with a fascination for technology and its advances through history in all aspects of life, whether in medicine, arquitecture, engineering, biology, chemistry, politics, he enjoyed knowing everything about how the current world came to be. But his life came to a suden end at his late 40s, he could comprehend how it happened, in all his knowledge it could have been a lightning, the weather was a little sad that day after all. It didnt matter tho, he was now dead.
As his conscience faded he had his last toughts, "It wasnt bad, I lived a fullfiling life, although i never got to make my own family that doesnt mean I didnt have one. I did what I was passionate about I was paid to do so. It was a good life". An so he was banished from the realm of the living.
On a lavish mansion at the outskirts of the Varriel Citadel, a woman's painful moaning could be heard, she was on labor, the midwives were running with hot water and clean cloths to make it the easiest possible for the soon to be mother, they had to give it all, after all its was a Royalty who was giving birth today, they had being preparing for this moment since the news arouse, and now was the moment.
In the middle of the night with the load screams coming from the room bedise, there was a young man upright, he was visibly stressed looking though the window at the full moon, waiting to hear good news. His name was Sagard Hervus, a small noble and he wasnt the father, the father of the incoming child had being for the past 4 months in Arrius Keep, defending the realm from the always bothersome Gereas Kingdom's invasion.
Sagard the 15 years old boy was the most trusted squire of the child's father, the Guardian Lord Oberdan Demetrian, whom he came to respect deeply, depite Oberdan peasant origin. He managed to ascend to be a Guardian with his unwavering resilience thanks to his control over wind magic. As a Guardian his most extraordinary feat was defending the royal fortress, the Varriel Citadel from a coup, he managed to secure it from traitor Guardians, until loyalist forces came to the rescue. For that the king gave him the tittle of Viscount and the hand of one of his sister in marriage.
For this reasons Sagard despite being a noble born was fine with being the squire of a former peasant and while Guardian Oberdan was fighting on Arrius, he was here with the task of overwatching the incoming child of his in the name of Oberdan.
While thinking about how it all came to this moment Sagard sudenly noticed something amiss, the moon was... acting weird. He wasnt alone in the room, so he called the other people present, whom where representative of His Majesty.
"Excuse me my Lords, could you come here?"
He treated them with respect, so to not insult them.
"What is the matter squire?"
Said His Majesty emissary not looking at him, and keeping his eyes closed and arms crossed, he had been in this position for the last 3 hours without making a single move and his voice was calm despite the fact that a royal blood was goind through an operation that had high chances of killing her.
"Something is happening to the moon"
"Hmm?"
The emmisaty flinched an eye, but it was still closed. The only difference was that his eyebrows were slightly frowned, so he spoke with a rougher voice than before
"Squire, do not taste my patience, do not waste my time, and do not engage me with childish matters"
Sagard hadn't take his eyes from the moon for a second, but hearing the anger in the voice of the emissary, being kept at bay by his discipline. Turned around to explain himself and with a pale face he said to the emissary.
"Forgive me my Lord, but this is not a childish matter something really is happening to the moon, look¡"
The companions of the emissary frowned as well, all throwing daggers with his eyes to the fool squire
This time the emissary was truly anoyed and thought to punish this squire. As he opened his eyes, he could see the pale face of the squirem "he wasnt that pale when I arrived, must be for the painfull screams of the Duchess" he thought. Making his way towards the squire while thinking on ways to punish him for being annoyed with such a small matter, his view of the clear sky was better and when finally was side by side with the squire, the windows allowed for him to see the moon.
"By Thalorn's fire"
Hearing this, the emissry's companios strengthen their faces, after little consideration, they decided the see what was what made the emissary utter such words, for the Holy fire must not be used lightly. The only thing they saw was the squire and the emissary with their eyes locked on the skies so they made their way to the open wooden window.
"May god pardon us"
"Holy Thalorn protect us"
Every single one of them started saying their prayers, promising to give their soul for forgiveness, for whatever deed may have caused the Great Thalorn wrath, they completely forgot about the matter they where here in the first place, the painful screms on the other room where even stronger now, deafening.
What they saw was the utter engulfment of the moon, the once bright full moon sign of good luck and protection, was now completely black, with a ring of fire surounding it.
While everyone made their prayers hours went by, and finally the screams from the room aside came to a halt, and the screams from a baby could be heared.
Inside the room Liria Demetrian van Velmyr, formely Liria Solvaris von Velmyr, finally let go a sigh of reliefs, but her relief was short lived as she too could see the complete engulfing if the moon. Apart from the crying baby everyone in the room was in silence, firts their eyes where focused on the moon, but then they realized, that there was the baby the had to take care of.
So their eyes moved slowly to the infant, nobody moved an inch, minutes past and the moon began to slowly turn normal again, grasps of relief could be heared. As the midwive with the child in arms got out of her stun she said.
"My lady would you like to..."
"Get that out¡¡"
Before the midwive could complete her sentence Liria screaming an order with the last bits of force she could gather. That was no child of hers, that was a child of the damned, she thought.
Everyone in the room realized her motives for they also looked at the child with awe, fear and overall disgust. As soon as the child was born the moon came back to normal, it most be a child of the damned.
So quickly, regaining her senses the midwive with the child on arms looked at all the midwives in the room, everyone just averted her gaze, she would have done the same, she didnt want this child in her arms. So she ran outside, there she saw the emissarys, they too had a disgusted expresion on their face, disgust and fear.
The midwive notice tho, that one of them didnt had much disgust in his face, more fear than anything, he was the father's squire, so she chose him.
Sagard was driven out of his awe by the loud cries of a child, he remembered then why he came here in the first place, when he turned around he saw a midwive with the child on arms, at first he though that was weird, the must have been given to the mother and kept there. Soon realization stroke, a damned child, instantly his eyes where filled with fear.
But Sagard didnt have time to think as the midwive runned to him and handed over the cryng child, still covered in blood. He didnt understand but before he could say anything, the midwive ran to back to the room.
Everybody was frozen, Sagard gave a pleading look at the emissary wich was met with the same eyes all of them had, Sagard included, disgust and fear.
"I must relay this to His Majesty, take good care squire"
As every emissary followed him his with the tail between the legs, Sagard pondered, take good care? of me or the baby?
He stood in awe with the child, did he had a name? most probably not, the baby wasnt even clean. So he made his way to the room of Lady Liria to ask for warm water. He was scared that a curse might befall him, but he had a duty commended by Guardian Oberdan, and he was to fulfill it.
While asking for water he also inquired about the boys name, he didnt had one, Lady Liria denied him at first sight, not even givin him a name.
Sagard pondered while cleaning the child "what to do, Lord Oberdan wont come back in another year or so, you cant be without a name".
Luckily the child was healthy, at least by the inexpert analisis of Sagard, he couldn't do much more, the midwives didnt want the examin him, so the little Demetrian was at the care of a squire. To make matters worse, no royal matron wanted anything to do with the damned child, and without a bossom to feed the child he might die soon.
It didnt matter, he had a duty to fullfil, so Sagard kept looking for a matron, he finaly got a struck of luck with a peasant mother of 5 that was willing to feed the child for some gold coins.
Weeks went by and Sagard was overwhelmed with taking care of the child, altough the matron accepted feeding him, she didnt want much to do with the damned child herself. So that responsability came to Sagard shoulders as well.
On a room far away from Lord Oberdan's main mansion, Sagard was watching the child, after months of taking care of him, the peasant matron began to treat the child with much less disgust and started acting like a true matron ,helping raise the kid.
Today was a special day, for the firt time the child started crawling, with this Sagard realized he could be kept without a name anymore. Saying "Child come here" would make it so the baby will think that his true name is Child.
"Lance, do you like it?"
Sagard said to the child that was crawling on his feat, he just looked at him without a response, just the usual look, not afirmative not negative. But for Sagard that name was special, it was the name of his late grandfather whom had fought against the Cassandar kindgom back when Cassandar wasn't the fracture state.
"I see, Lance it is then, Lance Demetrian"
At that statement the child just rub it off and started crawling in another way, oblivious to anything Sagard was saying.
Far east in the Arrius Gorge, stood a mighty black Fortress Arrius Keep named after the place where it stood.
Guardian Oberdan Demetrian could see the sun set to the east, as the remaining of the Gereas forces retreated, thanks to its near-impregnable position, sitting high above the treacherous gorge with only one narrow, winding path leading to its gates the Fortress was relatively easy to defend.
Gereas's long and costly campaing for taking the fortress was onve again a failure, but not without damaging Velmyrs forces, most especificaly Lord Onfroid Tyrald's forces, the sole lord of the fortress.
Oberdan had been under Lord Onfroid since he awakened his power and was trained and made a Guardian, he was now one of the strongest Guardians on Velmyr.
As dusk fell a courier, aproached him as he stood on the black walls made out of volcanic material.
"My lord a message from the capital"
The courier said while, handing over a simple letter with the Demetrian coat of arms, Oberdan came up with that coat of arms being the fisrt to eart the noble name Demetrian. The letter had to be his wife beacuase no one apart from him was a Demetrian.
"Thanks, you may rest"
Said Oberdan seeing the sweat drops on his forehead and the slight movement of his chest indicating he had being running to make his way here. No horse and no boat could make it to Arrius.
While seeing the courier depart, Oberdan looked at the letter, this was an important letter of course, his wife must have had his baby month ago, but the information travels slow. Now he will know what had happen, seen the coat of arms, his wife must be fine but the destiny of the baby was still unknown, child birth was a dangerous thing. Without much more though he opened the letter and started reading, something he didnt know how to do until Lord Onfriod ordered him to learn.
Slow his eyebrows started twitching, until they became an full on frown. Anger was written all over his face.
"Child of the damned".