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Four days
The first time he felt jealous he was a mere four days old.
He had no father the day he was born. No fatherly figure at all. He wouldnt have a father for most of his life. And only May Castellan knew this. the most important piece of information for her sons future lied in her heart hibernating until it could finally unfurl its wings and be told. But now, living in an ancient Greek society where widowed women were frowned upon and men were reaching at the topmost height of power, it would be hard for May Castellan to look after her baby boy. Especially in her condition.
I shall have to guide him and be both his fatherly figure as well as his motherly figure and prepare him for his future and his destiny, she thought.
May Castellan cooed at the blonde baby boy in her arms. Her baby boy. In her eyes he was perfection but she could already see it: his flaw.
Everyone had one. Everyone had their fatal flaw.
This time her baby, just barely one day old, could already be seen with his fatal flaw. They usually appeared after the first year of one's life. But no, he had it already. It was just a little scar just beside is eyebrow. Though, only the size of her pinkie nail, she knew that as he grew so would his fatal flaw. It would continue to mar his innocent like face. As well as mar his not so innocent future but she should hush about it for now.
The blonde baby yawned, showing his toothless mouth blinking owlishly as he looked beyond the candle lit room filled with beds and resting birthmothers. He had large blue eyes, a crystal blue that glinted in the fire light. Just like his father.
May Castellans pride and joy is two days old, his scar had gotten bigger. May was constantly worried that something would happen to her son while she was under her spells. Her flaw was different and rare. In fact it was so rare that it didnt have a name or any sort of title. No one knew how it had come or if it was hereditary, except for her, but she was a woman built of loss and secrets so she kept quiet. Occasionally she would go under spells, which also allowed her to see glimpses of the future. Her mark is severe scarring on her temples, she uses her long blond hair as curtains to hide her defect, and it sometimes works. She knows impossible to ignore the curious gazes forever.
She still hasn't named her son.
He is three days old. Still no name. Today she is going to see her friend Sally. They both united when both their husbands died in whilst battling the dragon that cast a burden over their land. She has a deathly secret. She has a son too. And he has a name. Perseus. He has dark thick raven locks and large sea green eyes. He also has a flaw, it's a large scar on his left hand, and his flaw is loyalty. He's a beautiful boy, May must admit, but hers is better.
They arrange for a little playdate between Percy and the little blonde baby boy the next day.
He is four days old. Little did the baby boy know that today would be the day he would be named as well as also experience the feeling of his first flaw which is unknown to most but of course his mother, through many spells that plagued her mind she has learnt from.
He sees a baby boy with black thick hair, he remembers that shade at only the age of four days. He is smart for his age, he can already slightly recognise things. Percy is wrapped in his blue quilt with a small fist in his mouth as he makes gurgling noises.
He is placed next to Percy on a rug, and his mother walks to sit next to Sally chatting away while sipping tea together.
its all nice with a calm and peaceful atmosphere. then it changes within a split second.
the world changes from peaceful to chaotic.
Glass from a mug shatters on the ground as may collapses to the ground clutching her head, digging her nails into her temples screaming.
"No Luke, no no NO!" she is repeatedly screaming the same sentence over and over.
Sally rushes down to her side and tries to keep may still. To stop thrashing and kicking violently. But she keeps going. Luke is the first one to be unsettled by all the commotion and start crying. Loud.
Mays temperature is rising-
-Glass is scattered everywhere.
She has cuts and is bleeding from all the shards that have embedded into her skin.
Crying is heard in every direction. She is still screaming.
There is noise and commotion everywhere.
Then she lays still. slumped in a defeated manner, its almost pitying. She has a pulse but it's really faint.
Thump…thump….thump…
as all the noise dies down, but panic is still hanging thick in the air like a dense fog.
Sally goes to pick up Percy first.
The blonde boy notices that and has a deep burning in his chest, he is angry but at the same time frustrated and bursting with envy. He is jealous.
Unknowingly his scar grows, just from that feeling of jealousy.
Sally then goes to pick him up next. And satisfaction fell over him like a large wave gushing on a sand bank. If a baby knew how to smirk he would.
He then slowly drifts to sleep, unknowingly exhausted from all that happened and also confused (as much as a four day old baby can be) about this new emotion.
A couple hours later he awakes to see his mother holding ice to her temple. When she sees that her baby boy is awake a wide grin breaks onto her face, turning her worrisome and anxious face into one of admiration and relief as she beams at her beautiful son putting a beautiful name to his beautiful face.
"Hello, Luke, my beautiful baby boy."
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