The stars, all the remaining mystics agreed, were foretelling a momentous event. This was to be a birth—an event that is unusual in that so few had survived their race's decimation, and so many that did were rendered sterile. Unknowingly, because of the disguises often assumed by the survivors, some hybrids were born. Some looked entirely human, others did not survive very long after birth, and yet others that did survive were whisked away immediately by the highly secret networks of the surviving native race, to be raised away from prying eyes of humankind. These that they whisked away usually did not look or appear human and were taught the sophisticated art of mimicry, taught about human society, and "released" back to the human world. This birth, however, would be different in many ways. The child would have no "alien" blood—in other words, no human parentage; it would also be very powerful, immune to disease and iron, and would be like the child was treated with their vanished immortality technology. They, though, had no idea if the child would live, where he or she would be born, or the sex of the child. All the signs and the stars pointed towards the child being born in France and would be male. The strange thing, they said, was that the child would not be born from the Blood, but of purely human parents. It is said that he would come to be a great leader…despite some serious setbacks.
The scouts, disguised and otherwise hidden within plain sight, had been watching the young couple for the last nine months, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their promised leader. It started with a piece of fruit—but not just any fruit. The fruit was an exotic, straight from the heart of Faerie, a gift from Queen Mab herself. The fruit, disguised as a luscious strawberry, was given as a gift to the young wife and unknown to the woman, contained the soul of the promised child, for the fruit was of celestial origin, from the mythical tree of life.
It was very hot the day Alena's body chose to give birth. The news rippled and spread through the community like wildfire. The midwife, a Halfling who naturally appears human, was there to deliver the child, this time disguised as a nurse at the hospital. After many screams and sobs of pain, words of support and encouragement, and the help of the doctor, the child, a boy, was born. He appeared normal, covered with blood and afterbirth, but even then they could tell something was off about him. Silent instead of a normal newborn wailing, it was apparent still that he was breathing. The doctor hands the babe to the Halfling midwife, who quickly set to work cleaning the child, noticed he was extremely pale, even pallid, with a slight yellowish tint to his skin that is otherwise so translucent one could see the veins. As she reached the face, she was horrified—she had heard of this ghoulish type of fey, through the gossip lines, of course, but had hoped and never thought she would meet one. So this is the promised child, she thinks to herself.
"The child's name—what will you call him?" She managed to ask before fainting.
"Erik. Erik Luna."