In the middle of the night a feint cry could be heard,

“it’s a boy”, one woman said, looking around the room at the other women present,

“he looks strong’, one older, wrinkled, stern faced lady said, walking up to the woman that held the child,

“yes, yes, as a prophetic child should look”, she stated, one of her wrinkles, boney fingers, with a sharp pointed nail, gently caressed the crying child’s cheek,

“go now take him to the courtyard, let the grand matriarch perform the ritual, so we may give the child a name”, the wrinkled old woman ordered, as the others rushed out of the room with the baby in hand, they stepped out of two large wooden doors and walked down the stairs into the courtyard, there stood an even older looking woman in a circle of people, her back doubled over, all of her weight held up by what looked like a part of an ancient tree, but it was her cane, she stood in front of four statues all towering over her, the newborn was placed at the base of the statues, as every else retreated from the circle, they all began to chant, the older woman looked down at the baby, her glowing a bright blue,

“yes show me, show us what power you will be blessed with”, she said, dropping her cane and raising her hand to the sky as she joined in the chant,

The clear starry night sky, began to dance with thunder clouds, as they swirled over head, growing darker and darker, lightning and thunder, crackled and boomed over, so loud that it felt as though it shook the earth it self, seconds later, lightning raced down, striking were the newborn baby laid,

“WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE HERE”, a loud feminine voice shouted, a young woman walked forward placing another newborn baby at the base of the statues,

“take the first one, let us be on with it now”, the older woman said,

“yes grand matriarch”, the young woman said, picking up the first child and exiting the circle of people, as the chanting started up once more,

“now show me what you have in store for us”, the grand matriarch said, joing in the chanting once again,

The once thunder clouds now quieted, as raindrops began to fall from the sky, faster and faster until there was a down pour, then suddenly it stopped, were the next child laid, was a small ring of ice around it,

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“ we give our praises to the mother of the earth junorra as her children have blessed these children, praise be to the god of thunder and lightning, shango-set, praise be to the goddess of water, ice and purity, ceto-nu”, the grand matriarch said bowing before the statues,

“PRAISE BE”, all the others said in unison as they bowed also,

"The child of lightning is known as barak, and the child of water is known as polaris"

She returned to her quarters, the elders then returned the two children to both their mothers hands.

A year passed by and both boys grew up healthy and both were regarded as future leaders within the clan, and then it happened, a loud cry in the afternoon that shocked everyone present, and an aid ran into the room in which the boys and their two mothers were playing, shouting

"another one, another one has been born",

and the mothers picked up their children and raced to the courtyard where the elders were, and as the elders cleared away the other child was in the courtyard at the bottom of the third statue which had been engulfed in Orange and blue flames.

And like a phantom the grand matriarch appeared and announced the child's given name, this one was called levant, child of the sun.

The other boys were drawn to Levant quite literally like moths to a flame and they would spend their time playing around his crib until the time came when he could walk and he joined them in their play, levant had grown to about a year and the other boys a year older than that.

And then on one glorious morning another child had been born, this only a year after Levant's birth, this one did not come as a surprise but what surprising was this child did not cry not a peep, the elders didn't seem worried, they placed him before the fourth and last statue and they began chanting, the earth began to rumble and trees grew towards the infant.

The grand matriarch appeared and said "the prophecy has been fulfilled, this child is the last of it and his name shall be aster" and like that she disappeared like a dream.

Just like with Levant the three boys had been drawn towards aster, and would always play in his room whenever they got the chance,

a couple months after aster's birth, the two eldest of the boys were outside of aster's room playing in the stone garden, when Polaris cried out and when the adults came barak was standing there with a blank expression on his face and lightning coursing around his hands.

They looked at him puzzled, they had never seen a child awaken their powers so early, Barak’s mother pushed through the crowd to look at her son with the lightning dancing throughout his small frail arm,

she quickly picked him up and carried him home, while rushing towards her house she came across Polaris’ mother,

“quickly, go and see if your son is okay”, she said to her, mot even hesitating or slowing down, Polaris’ mother rushed off towards the crowd,

Months later, both Levant nad Polaris had awakened their powers, and all three of them were praised as prodigies and geniuses within their clan and it was expected that within the coming months that aster too would awaken is powers,

And just as expected it happened, the clan saw this as a sign that these four were special and had them enlisted in the most prestigious of combat and educational schools that they could afford,

as they saw, this was the beginning of something great,