Chapter 2, part 1

 

Chapter Two

            Miles away, a mother felt the child in her womb squirm. It was time.

 

            When it was over and the baby was cleaned she had quite a shock. Her child had wings. She hadn’t noticed them before due to the pain. Her first born son had wings! Her eyes were averted, but still the child enveloped himself in them. They were at least twice as long as he was tall, but he wasn’t any taller than two paces. They were beautiful she decided. The white primaries were pure, the second row with brown and tan speckles, and finally the third row revealed a startling light brown color.

            The more interesting fact was his deep scrutinizing gaze. His blue eyes with a sharp ring of yellow seemed to bore holes into her skull. But she could have cared less for what he looked like, she was a mother.

            This frail silent bundle in her arms created a sense of hope for the future. Her son would get educated, and maybe perhaps become a professor. She immediately wondered if he had inherited the gift from her. Most babies with the gift shielded their mind. They did it as a reaction to the new place they were in. She probed his mind and found a wall of ice that at the same time radiated heat freely. What an interesting shield.

            The good news was that he had the gift. What interested her most was the ease with which his ignorant mind used it.

            “Milthil come quickly!” she yelled for her husband outside.

            “What is it, has it lived?” he was nervous about being a father.

            “Yes, we have a son, but look. He has wings, and do try to probe his mind. Can you describe this form of shield?”

            “Martha, I can’t even begin. This shield is a masterful combination of fire and ice, the two most conflicting elements. What I mean is, nobody in this world or the next can hope to break it” Milthil’s specialty was elements. He knew every how, why, who, what, and when to use an element.

            Martha who knew nothing about the elements, and could only accomplish minor spells, such as the probe, was instead dedicated to healing. She knew the anatomy of nearly every creature except that which was in her lap.

            “Milthil, I haven’t proceeded with the naming ceremony yet. Can we both do it together?”

            “Certainly, you can start us off.”

            “May the good spirits speak knowledge to you” started Martha.

            “May the centaur’s stars watch over you” continued Milthil.

            “And, let the ancestors of your past breathe happiness of many forms into your life”

            “We name the, Mithin, son of Milthil. Grow and bring your family honor” as Milthil finished with the naming ceremony, the air pulsed with Mithin at its center. A voice like that of a dieing old man was heard.

            “I leave my sole to the chosen one of prophecy, may he accept my gift” Mithin’s eyes seemed to glow as a more powerful blast erupted from Mithin.