Undying's Touch

Prologue:

A boy with matted mild brown hair, rushed over to his
mother, lying on the bed, eyes shut, face in pain. She had fine blonde hair,
with a mix of brown, her features fair, and yet rough, due to the Dalmaschain
sun, eyes of greenest green.

“Don’t worry. Dad will be back soon mum.” Yet the women did
not hear her son’s words, she felt his voice drift off into nothing, and his
image did to and then in front of her, mist started to gather.

“What…on earth! Not again!” She gasped in pain, as the baby
kicked, and the faint sound of a door opening, and a man rushed to her side
clutching her hand tight, and his voice speaking faintly to her.

 Infront the mist
gathered thick and fast, into one place, and a shape formed yet it was hidden
behind the mist, all but a black hole and two bright yellow eyes staring at
her. Then it spoke, it’s voice many yet one, distorted yet whole, gathered but
many.

“Fear not, for you have been chosen above all else, and all
others in tis world.” It said the blackness in front of her floating up and
down slowly. The women glared at it in defiance, her eyes narrowing.

“Argh! Your…a dream! Leave my child alone!” The creature
just ignored her, and remained silent, and in place.

“Fear not, for you have been blessed by undying’s touch,
most pure and holy. Beareth  you the
child undying and Hume.” The women just gasped in pain, and tried to push more,
and stared at her stomach, then let out another cry.

“Once we were known to Ivalice, when newly born, and so doth
shall we been known again, for he doth surpass dynast king, in all.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>    

The cloud of mist in front of her eyes faded, she pushed for
the final time her husband by her side and ready, then the cries filled the
room.

“It’s a boy dear, what shall we call him.”

  Yet the women smiled
with happiness, inside she felt a small form of dread fill her, at the words,
the creature had spoken, and as she held the infant in her arms, it smiled up
at her, and as she smiled back, it’s eyes flashed bright yellow, for a second,
the returned to mild brown once again.

“Let’s call him…Vaan.”

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