Prologue: as it began.
It rained the day he was born. Thunder cracked through the sky and the gods above fought a loud battle. The winds blew and huge spirals of sand circled the small village outside Memphis. For the civilians it was an omen of turmoil that was to befall their town. They rushed in flocks through the stormy streets to the Temples of Ra, Set, Atum, Nut and the other gods, in the hopes of saving their village from their wrath. With them were offerings of gifts from their farms and homes to give the gods.
Passersby of the modest sized home in the center of the Village, turned when passing as the screams of a woman in labor reached their ears. However their selfish fear of the gods caused them to avert their eye back to their path and continue to their temple of choice. Not one was caring about what was happening inside the house of the pharaoh's brother. The man in question stood nervously outside a room of the house. Forbidden entry, his eyes squeezed shut at the sounds of his love's pain. His hands clasped together, praying to the gods for the safe delivery of his child and the safety of his wife.
Moments passed but for him it felt like an eternity, soon the door opened and he was broken from his prayers as the sound of a babies soft cries reached his ears.
"You may come in now." came a small voice of the young woman who had helped his wife through the birth. No sooner had the words been spoken, he was at his loves bed side.
She smiled tiredly up at him, for him it was like with that smile the storm started to clear. It was then that his eyes first found the small bundle in her arms; he moved to better see his child. "It's a boy." Whispered the sweet voice of his love, still smiling the biggest he had ever seen.
"A boy?" he mouthed to her returning the smile, no voice coming to him still in his amazement.
She nodded, "would you like to hold your son?" she asked him placing a hand on his arm which held back the blanket around the face of the new child. His eyes met hers and his face lit up at once as he took the small form in his arms.
He was amazed at how tiny his son was, and just by holding him he knew that he would grow to be great. He took one look out the window as the last of the storm vanished. "Have you decided on a name yet?" he asked. She shook her head smiling, knowing what he was thinking exactly. "How about Seth, in honor of the god who guided him here." He said and if possible her smile grew as she nodded and lay back on the bed and watched as her husband gazed at the sleeping bundle in his arms, their son. Seth.
As for her, it was night time. Some say one of the most beautiful nights that Greece ever saw. The stars shone brighter and the moon was full and bigger than anyone had seen. The sea blew in a sweet smelling breeze and lovers walked the streets happily holding hands. The country was at peace, no one fought and enemies joined together in drunken song.
Her mother however could not appreciate the serenity and calm of the night as she struggled to deliver her new child. Her husband's hand in her grip was turning an off color from the grip she had on it. Her second child birth was not going as well as the first. Her eldest child stood half visible in the door way, scared to go in any further than he already was. His mother's screams had woken him from his peaceful sleep, a frightening thought of a monster or demon attack on his family had pulled him from his sheets to inspect the reason for his mothers screams. The poor five year old stood terrified and unnoticed in the door way.
The woman who was helping with the child's birth was worried, it didn't seem to be going easy as it should be, and the child didn't seem to want to be born and was fighting it. She wanted to be able to go and enjoy the perfect evening that the moon goddess had blessed them with and began to prey under her breath for the quick and safe delivery of this child.
As a gust of wind came by and blew at the curtains, a beam of moonlight came through and shone on those in the room, it went almost unnoticed if it weren't for the small boy in the door way who saw. It was at that moment that things changed completely, the birth suddenly became easier as the child decided that it was time to face fate outside the womb.
Soon the new baby girl was in her exhausted mother's arms, sleeping. Only then did the little boy move from his spot, "Mama?" He said slowly stepping forward, both his parents turned to look at him.
"Come in Damian." His father said and at his words, young Damian ran to his parents and tried to look at his new baby sister.
He smiled and looked up at his parents before running to the window, "Thank you moon!" he yelled out to the sky. His parents looked confused at each other.
"Why are you thanking the moon Damian?" asked his mother her voice sounding weak and tired.
"She helped bring my sister here." The young boy said as if it was as clear as crystal, turning back to his parents he looked convinced that the moon had brought his sister to him.
"Really, how do you know that?" asked his father playing along, a smile on his face that could not be washed away. Not even by his sons confusing words.
"The moon shone on her and stopped mama's pain." He said looking at his parents, who seemed to believe him a little more.
"It is a good name for her." said his mother. The father looked down and the sleeping child in his love's arms.
As he looked down and the sleeping face of his only daughter, he thought over the name for her before nodding and whispering one single word, "Selene…"