Chapter 1: A Child's Birth and the Prophet's Curse
It was sometime around midnight outside of the hospital. It was rather quiet, excluding
the distant sound of crickets in the underbrush and the occasional car driving past. However, inside the hospital it was busy and loud. The cries of a woman could be heard throughout the hospital, it was the sound of the giving of life, at least, that was what most of the doctors have begun to realize. There was a distinct difference in different sounds and the doctors had begun to familiarize themselves with those differences. Doctors hurried past in the hallways, they all wanted to go home, but a doctor's job requires passion, and thus none of them left due to their loyalty to their work. The cries were coming from the first floor, the oldest part of the building, as when the building started out it was a one floor grocery store and as the years had progressed, it had developed into a large functional hospital. This floor was very different from the other floors in that it still resembled a grocery store, but with wooden walls creating different rooms. The sounds were coming from room six. A young child and a man stood outside the door. Considering the similarities in the two, one could assume they were father and son. The boy looked confused and scared, his lush, dark green eyes darting back and forth like little emeralds. His brown hair hung above his eyes like spider threads and he turned and looked up at the fatherly figure, looking for reassurance. The man put his hand on the boy's shoulder and looked at him, smiling. Although his face did a good job of hiding it, his eyes showed that he too was worried as well. Doctors were yelling all around them and the woman's cries drowned out the sound of the boy and the man. It was fascinating, like looking through a soundproof window. The boy looked up and his lips moved, and yet no sound could be heard. The man nodded at him and then told him something as well. The constant yelling was a numbing atmosphere, but just as quickly as it had been gotten used to, the sound stopped immediately. The child and the man both looked at the door, their eyes were even more so worried now. A long silence and the man began to pace back and forth. Just then the door opened and a doctor walked out. He wore a white doctor's coat and had low cut brown hair. His brown eyes were very kind and caring, he must have liked his job. He walked over to the father and whispered something. The man closed his eyes and let out a sigh. For a second the child looked scared, terrified in fact, but that quickly stopped when the man opened his eyes and grinned widely, the child let out a little breath of relief. The doctor walked back in and the boy and the man followed after. Inside of the room it was fairly small and bland. The walls had been painted white, but because of the black counters and the black chairs, it felt less suffocating. A young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties lay in a bed, the white sheets hanging around her as her chest rose and fall. She smiled at the man, her kind lime green eyes looked happy, but the shine had faded. Her orange-red hair hung down her face, stuck together by bead after bead of sweat. She mouthed the words to the man. He smiled, for he understood what she had said. It was a then, a cloaked figure ran into the room and looked back from the child to the man to the woman for a few seconds. He then turned back to the woman and stared at her. His eyes were a distant light blue, as if nobody was there. It sent chills down the woman's spine. He began to speak with a powerful presence "That child will bring you nothing but misfortune and misery! Save yourself from the hell of this omen!" He reached into his pocketed and pulled something out. The metallic sound and the glint from the light overhead revealed that it was a knife. She let out a cry as he raised the knife over his head, intending to stab the child. The woman closed her eyes, the man was too far away to stop the cloaked figure. He brought the knife down, but before it reached it's target, it stopped instantly. The cloaked figure backed away, muttering something under his breath, and then slumped to the ground. The doctor quickly ran over to check the man's pulse. After a few seconds he shook his head, his kind eyes were filled with sadness. As a doctor it is one's duty to keep everyone alive, regardless of what they did or tried to do. The woman screamed again and the child began to cry, the man just stood there silent. The room was filled with displeasure that night, and it would continue for some time...