All right, this came to me, and my Muse must be satisfied!
"One gift Hermes, that is all you get."
"Are you sure? Is there anything else that I can do?"
"No Hermes. We will not risk the stage of everything for your boy."
"...Fine... If it is the Fates, how can I refuse?" A middle aged man's voice cracked, sadness creeping into his face. Bright blue eyes gazed down at a small crib, salt-and-pepper hair crossing his vision. A tear rolled down his face and his lip shivered in unspoken sobs. In the crib was a small baby boy, barely a year old. The baby looked quite similar the the man standing over him, salt-and-pepper hair, light blue eyes, and a face that looked almost impish.
The baby looked up at the crying man. Why was he crying? There wasn't anything around that looked too scary, the three old women withstanding, so why was he crying?
"...I give him luck. Luck to stay a live." The man said, face flushing with emotion. The three old women by the man each nodded in unison.
"Vary well." The middle woman moved forward and reached into the crib and pulled out the small child. "Your boy will have your luck, Hermes."
The little boy didn't understand. What were they saying? Were they talking about him? Who were they anyway? They sure weren't his mother, his mama was beautiful and not like them! Where was Mama anyway?
The little child started to squirm in the hands of the old woman causing her to have to shift her hold on the boy least he fall out of her hands.
"Stop child." A woman spoke. The baby stopped squirming, even without understanding her, the baby understood the tone. It was the same tone his Mama used when he was told something.
"...Are you sure there isn't anything for me to be able to change this?" The man asked, tears streaming down his face. The three woman shook their heads 'no'. The man choked back another sob, crying silently.
The man was weird, the baby concluded.
"Just... Can I have one last minute with my boy?" The man asked, bloodshot eyes peaking out of parted fingers.
"Very well." The woman holding the baby handed the small child off to the man. The man gazed lovingly at the child, sniffling back tears at what he new would be his final time with the boy.
"H-hey, my boy." He stuttered out. "I'm sorry. I-I really am. If I c-could do anything I would." The man spoke, fighting back tears, he didn't want the child's last memory of him to be of crying. "You-you have t-to go away for a lit-little bit, my boy. B-but! Don't worry, b-because you'll be j-just fine." The man could stop the tears, the liquid pain rolling freely from his eyes. The man hugged the child close to his chest, placing his forehead against the boy's.
"I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, s-so sorry." The man repeated over and over, holding beyond hope that the boy would understand him.
"Hermes, it's time."
Sadly, there wouldn't be time for the child to understand. The crying man just nodded and silently handed the confused baby over to the old women.
"Now, to rid you of here." The women said, moving over to a large swirling portal that the baby hadn't seen before. The child stared into the swirling colors of blues and greens, and giggled. He reached out a small hand out to the colors, wanting to touch them, to feel them.
"Taken after his father..."
"Just get it over with Fates." The man said, arm covering his face, unable to watch. "How long do you wish to torture me with this?"
"Very well." The women said, and raised the baby boy above the swirling colors. "Now, be gone." The woman let go, and the baby dropped.
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The baby opened its eyes to the light of sun on his face. The next thing to draw the child's sporadic attention was the sounds, there were birds! He liked birds. They looked so free and could fly around wherever they wanted whenever they wanted. It just seemed so fun, thinking about all the things he could do is he could fly. Next were the trees! Oh, the trees! They looked like they went on forever, and ever, and ever!
Like all children, however, his attention soon waned and his stomach growled, meaning he was hungry! He didn't like being hungry. The child quickly remembered what he did when he was hungry to get fed by his Mama. His Mama would come and feed him if he did the Mama Call! Now, hopefully he still remembered how the Mama call worked...
And with that, Luke Castellan wailed out into the air.
Anyway, what do you guys think? Not much there, huh? Yeah, did this at night and had to get it done before I forgot it and it's 1:30 and I have school tomorrow. So yeah. Anyway, if, when, I get to the next chapter, more world building I suppose.
Side note, this is my first Fan fiction without OC characters! Yay! (Though I will change Like a bit). Any feedback is very much welcomed!