The night was heavy with tension, only broken by the faint cry of a baby wrapped in cloth.

She was a servant, burdened with a responsibility she didn't dare to question.

She only did as she was told.

Walking along that path wasn't her choice, but did she dare defy?

It was supposed to be the job of the mother and father.

Instead, she was sent in their position. Oh how she pitied the child.

Climbing up the stepping stones with the baby in hand.

The stars protected them from all that roamed the land.

Not a word was spoken, only the sound of a knock. The door swung open as she soothed the baby with a rock.

Their eyes made contact and an understanding was passed. She walked in the cabin, knowing this would be her first and her last.

The baby was calm, calm as can be. The servant handed over the child, now she was free.

One last look of pity fell upon the child. It was time for her to leave, for her to say goodbye.

Her duty was completed, but one thing remained. The woman held the child she had now gained.

The servant bid farewell and closed the door, leaving the woman with the child she hadn't borne.

What was the purpose of handing over the child?  Perhaps the woman knew, as she held him and smiled.

With an aching back she walked to her chair and a baby in hand, sleeping without a care.

Now she was comfortable, the time had come. Her ritual had finally begun.

With a flick of her wrist, she moved her hand. Resting on his forehead, the room went dark.

Wind kicked up around her seat. The atmosphere rebelled as the baby stirred from sleep.

A sharp inhale did the trick. Her eyes now glowed, colours beyond her pick.

The colours of the future were in her eyes. They showed her the vision of the child's future times.

She was holding her breath and watching the scene.

It was magnificent, brilliant, beyond her expectations.

A vast ocean with the winds blowing West. 

She knew his name, the one that suited him the best.