In a well furnished room Lady Seraphine Thalorin (wife of Lord Kieran) lies on the bed with maids tending to her. She has been in labor for 6 hours now and is on the verge of breaking. Her husband Lord Kieran is standing next to her while holding her hand. Unbeknownst to them the child is the promised child of the prophecy. All around the world everyone slightly attuned to magic can feel a chill run down their spine as if a incomprehensible powerful gaze is looking directly at them. The Stars darken and the earth itself can be felt shivering in fear. But that is not the concern of the Thalorins right now. You are born. A healthy child with eyes that can only be described as powerful. You do not cry nor scream, you just stare at everyone in the room with a gaze that is everything else than afraid.