Scales (story)

The woman looked back at him, silent a moment.She pulled down a part of the blanket that was wrapped around him, revealing the shiny scales on his chest. Curiosity lighting her eyes, she ran a finger over them, feeling their hard strength. It felt like she was touching plates of warm steel. A trail of golden light followed her finger where it made contact. "Interesting..." she murmured quietly. Then she turned her attention back to the boy's parents, who had been watching her nervously. "How much do you know of the prophecy?" she asked them, not expecting much. Only followers of the Hyspire were familiar with all of it.

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Fear and Hope (story)

Needless to say, the midwife had been quite astonished by this. The Prophecy of the Immortal was not something easily dismissed. Aerana had been forced to beg for the midwife to keep it a secret. There were some who would see the birth of the Immortal as an occassion worth celebrating, but others would not be so happy and might even be brought to murder the little boy in their fear of the prophecy. Aerana had felt pride at her son's importance, but also a mother's fear for his safety. Xeldan had felt far more fear than pride. He had harbored the hope that the marks were just a coincidence and that his son wasn't the Immortal.

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Marks of Immortality (story)

Xeldan and Aerana exchanged glances. It had been Aerana's idea to summon Hawkwood's representative of the Hyspire to their house, but Xeldan was not about to turn the blame on his wife by saying that. Aerana twirled a strand of her dark brown hair between her fingers nervously. Despite Xeldan's protests, she had insisted on this. Her son had all three of the marks described in the prophecy. His blue-green eyes had been common enough, a mix of his mother's blue and his father's green. The roughly sword-shaped birthmark on his shoulder had been somewhat less common. But these together with the transparent, slightly rainbow-hued scales on his chest had made his identity unmistakable.

(Read all previous parts of the story here: http://propheciesofshadow.blogspot.com/p/chapter-one.html)