Lets look back to the fourth blight, the Lavellan clan had answered the call for aid. The best warriors and rouges were sent to aid the Gray Wardens in the battle.
But that's not our tail at this time, it takes place within the clan, and on a hot summers night. The healers were running around, to gather the things needed. The cries of pain came from a tent. One of the women had gone into labor.
The young children were gathered by the camp fire near by. A new life was being brought into this world, thou the world was dark and bleak at this time. So a new ray of hope was about to coming into being.
As the healers entered the tent, and others came out the dump the water that has gone cold. The cries of pain came again. Sitting with the children was the keeper of the clan, he looked worried. He had feared this birth that was happening now.
Ever since his last mate died giving him a son, he feared having another child. But his only son at this time along with his only daughter, they were off fighting along side the Gray Wardens.
As soon as the cries of pain stopped, he stood up when the next sounds cries and screams of a new born baby. But this birth was felt threw out the fade itself.
Even the mages in all of Orlais and Ferelden felt the birth. This child born into the world held great magic within him.
The head healer wrapped the child in cloth, and brought him out. Handing the new born to the keeper he smiled. ''It's a boy, healthy and strong.''
The healer moved away thou, as the keeper walked off holding his son in his arms.
The new born had stopped crying, he looked up at his father, with his redish-pink eyes, and yawned as he placed his thumb into his mouth and fell asleep.
The keeper chuckled lightly, he then said. ''Sleep well my son. And in the morning we shall name you.'' He placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He looked at the healer then asked. ''What of his mother?" He sounded worried and tried.
The healer lowered his gaze. ''I am sorry keeper, she lost to much blood. She managed to say a name that she had in mind for the child. The name she wanted him to have is Luthon.'' He raised his gaze to the keeper.
Tears fell from the keepers eyes, he lost another mate. So he knew now he couldn't risk love again.
Taking the sleeping baby, he went to his tent, he placed the new born down, into the hand carved crib, and covered him with warm pelt of a wolf. With a soft sigh, he grabbed the music box, and winds it up.
Placing it next to the crib, he opens it up as the lullaby began to play. Kneeling next to the crib the keeper began to sing softly to his son.
''Elgara vallas, da'len - Sun sets, little one,
Melava somniar - Time to dream
Mala tara aravas - Your mind journeys,
Ara ma'desen melar - But I will hold you here
Iras ma ghilas, da'len - Where will you go, little one
Ara ma'nedan ashir - Lost to me in sleep?
Dirthara lothlenan'as - Seek truth in a forgotten land
Bal emma mala dir - Deep with in your heart
Tel'enfenim, da'len - Never fear, little one,
Irassal ma ghilas - Wherever you shall go
Ma garas mir renan - Follow my voice
Ara ma'athlan vhenas - I will call you home
Ara ma'athlan vhenas - I will call you home.''