Excommunicated and banished from the village, the town's priest personally threw you and your newborn son out. Constantine had been born with violet eyes--- a sign of the devil's craft.

Constantine babbled, looking around the cottage farmstead curiously. He was thirteen months now, the sun's light shining down.

"Bwa!" he giggled, smiling brightly at the clucking chickens.

Constantine oohed in amazement, turning his head back towards you to point at the feathery animal.