There would be a boy born as the moon set its sight on the sky. That blinding light focused its might. Seeking something within and not without.
As his mother birthed him, the moon sat atop of the world. Its Ora or malice reaching deep and wide into all.
The child's skin was different, not that noble light blue. Or that sickly pale white. But a darkened shade of blue, his eyes were not of joy nor sorrow. They shone a deep orange.
The mother screamed at first glance, and the father abandoned them. Not wanting to spend any time with such a child or the cursed wife. In a desperate bid, the mother tried to kill the boy. The doctors took action and stopped her.
"Monster." She would scream. "I gave birth to a monster!!"
Her whaling went unnoticed as the child was taken into the hall. The marble floor flooded with blue and whites. Down it was a door and a man. He opened the door with his right hand, a blinding light entered, and Joy filled the hall.