A worn out mother lays on an old rickety bed resting, less than 2 hours ago she gave birth to a beautiful little boy, but she was only allowed to see him for a few moments before the medical team ripped him away… she was not given any information, but she could hear the doctors mutters. 2 burning candles dimly light up the room, outside the stars are the only light source around as the moon was hiding this night. In bigger towns and city’s magical light can be found but not out here in the middle of nowhere. Right next to the bed, the father of the recently born child is trying to comfort the mother but not knowing what is going on himself there is not much that he can do.
The father is a lanky tall figure, pointed ears hiding behind his black curly hair. His grayish blue eyes not leaving his exhausted love, it is easy to see even with her laying down she is much shorter than the man about 5 foot to his 6.1. Her hair bright red, mixed with sweat from the nights’ events, gently cascades over her broad shoulders, her eyelids are closed, resting for the moment obscuring her sparkling green eyes. Breeding between 2 separate races is not impossible, as shown by the birth that has taken place this night, though it does require magical assistance, the kind that does not come cheap. There is also the added birth tax the Capital city adds to any non human races offspring. The newborns parents have been saving for years just for this moment.
Their house, if you can call it that, only has 2 rooms, the bedroom the mother and father are in, a thin piece of wood separates the rooms. The other room takes care of the rest of their necessities. The only furniture is the bed, a few half broken chairs placed around and in the room the doctors are in there is a small table that is currently holding the doctors and nurses bags. There was originally 1 doctor and 1 nurse helping deliver the baby, in the 2 hours since the birth another doctor and nurse have joined but what exactly they were discussing was lost to the parents, at least until the new doctor entered the bedroom.
The doctor that entered was a tall man, even taller than the Father, the doctors’ hair is the color of the sun and eyes the color of the sky, he was almost too perfect. Overall he is a lean man, but very recognizable to anyone in the village of Hazen, he was Faysal, the magical aptitude doctor sent from Ryse, the capital city to the north. Most families were given a week at least to bond before their newborns had to go through their magical assessment, something was not right.
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"Ah Mister and Missus Selk, I do not believe we have been properly introduced, I am Faysal Philips, as I am sure you know it is my job to evaluate every newborn in Hazen and determine what jobs or future their magic will be put to best use." Faysal introduced himself in a calm but assertive tone. The Selk's remained quiet waiting to hear the reason as to why this man was here. "I was rushed here to examine a strange… phenomenon. Your son was born with no observable magic, no palm lines, no foot lines, a complete blank slate. I personally have never seen this and have only heard of 1 other recorded instance of this ever happening in our history."
Faysal paused there allowing the parents to process what they have just heard, that is when Mr. Selk spoke up, "What, what does that mean for my son, what can be done for him." He was able to keep his tone calm but a mix of anger, sadness and many other emotions are stirring inside of him. For the first time Faysal looked less certain and showed concern, “As I mentioned before this is an extremely rare circumstance, after examining the patient and reviewing notes from the last time something this rare has happened I have to agree with the methods that were used the last time, I believe the most humane thing to do would be to end your newborn son's life before he has to deal with the consequences of his birth. The only destiny I could provide him given that he has no magic would be an adventurer, since adventuring is the only real open ended pathway, but without magic no groups or training schools will want to take him and he will have no defense against the many threats out there. I…” Missus Selk interrupted him before he could go any further.
“This is my first born, my first born SON! Things come easy to full blood humans like you, but my husband and I may never have the opportunity to bear another child… please give my son the adventurer's destiny, please keep his secret… Please do not let us lose our child.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she struggled to get the words out. Faysal was quiet for a long moment after hearing the mother's plea, a million thoughts running across his mind, he muttered “I should not do this, what am I thinking.” He paused again, looking around to make sure the other doctor and nurses were not close enough to hear and lowered his voice. “I will give him the destiny of adventurer, but you all must go far from here, far from Hazen, far from Ryse… if you want him to have even close to a normal life that is your only chance, all I need is his name and I will help you, or I will try at least.”
The tears turned to tears of joy as the Mother responded, "He is our gift, our light, our hope, our future, our everything. He is Hyro."