Amelie knew her son was the One.

Her bloodline has been preparing for the emergence of a gifted child ever since her many-greats grandmother technically cursed her line, promising there would not be a successor of her great powers until a descendant of hers bore a child who “saw the world with different eyes”. Nobody really understood what she said. But still. All the daughter descendants protected and passed on the knowledge of the Craft.

Until Amelie’s little one was born.

Her darling dark-haired angel with beautiful, beautiful eyes—one green like the greens the world used to have, and the other one gray. Like the storms that plagued the wicked and made the faithful grow.

Amelie was overjoyed. Excited. Her son was the Gifted. The Blessed. She could feel his magic thrumming like a lion caged behind the flesh of a mortal baby. Her Laeo. Her beautiful Laeo. Amelie was excited.

But she waited.

She waited, until he grew up and showed interest in his ancestry. His eyes sparkling with curiosity and hunger. And then, she taught him. Until he and his power and prowess grew and grew, overtaking and flourishing beyond all that she knew. But still, she waited. This time, for the chance to unleash her beloved dark angel into the world. The world her clan tried to fix while everybody laughed. The world that deserved a savior, after all the human race had done.

To purge and to punish, to call people to pray, her bloodline had whispered every morning before the day. An objective. A promise. And now is fulfilled.

Her Laeo is born.

They just had to wait for the right time.

And then far across the lands and seas, a witch from a country of islands screamed the signal.