There once was a legend, a legend that spoke of a savior. This savior was to be born of royal blood and under the sight of a majestic hawk. Once he was to be born, he would possess great abilities ranging from that of a valiant swordsman to the wisdom of a mage.

This legend has been going on for a long time until the day came true one day. The reigning King Erik and Queen Sophia Barton were awaiting for their baby to appear.

Earlier that day while the king was in a meeting with other nobles, the queen found some peace in the castle garden. As she turns to address the tulips, she saw a hooded figure not so far away. She was to in shock to call for help as she began to hear whispers.

"The Savior will come when he's ready,
With a heart of gold that will save many.
His power will compare to no other.
Nothing but one obstacle shall make him falter.
In the end he will have to choose,
Whether he stands a hero or fall a fool."

And just like that, the queen felt a pain with in her abdomen and felt a leak down her legs. She became frantic as she called for help. She was going into labor.

Several hours later, with the king outside the nursing chamber, the door open with the nurse holding a bundle of a baby. As he step closer he was overcome with joy and happiness at the sight of his baby boy. The nurse handed Erik the baby boy and left with the other maids to give the royal family some privacy.

King Erik stood by the bed bouncing the baby in his arm while admiring how the baby had most of his own features aside from the dark brown eyes of his mother. As he sat down by his wife he handed her the newborn for her to cherish their treasure.

"He looks so beautiful," she said while wiping her tears. The baby just stared up back at his mother with wonder. "You know I believe he will big this kingdom to greatness in his future," she told her husband as she turn to look into his eyes.

With a raised brow the king ask, "How so?"

"Well earlier in the garden, I saw this shadowy figure. At first I was horrified that something manage to get into our walls until it told me that "The Savior will come when he's ready". I think that it was telling me our son is the Savior."

With a proud smile, he stroke the baby's dark blond hair and said, "Well if he's going to be the Savior, he might need a heroic name, don't you think?"

"How about Charles? After your father," she said while looking off into space. "He once saved this kingdom, and he was a hero. I want the same fate for our baby."

"I was also thinking of the name Bernard. You know, after your brother for his honorable sacrifice to maintain peace between the other kingdoms."

"I like it. Prince Charles Bernard Barton, son of King Erik Barton and Queen Sophia Barton, and the Savior of the world."

They soon fell into silence while cooing at the baby boy in their arm when the chamber doors open. In walk Sir Rogers step in with a solemn look on his face. "Sir, I would like to address an important matter."

"What could possibly ruin such a joyous occasion?" the king ask happily.

With a moment of hesitation, the knight said, "The legend spoke of the Savior being born under the eyes of a hawk. Well, my king, the troops were on the watch and no sighting of a hawk whatsoever was spotted."

This drew a gasp from the queen as she held her baby even closer. "What are you trying to say?"

Before he could answer, their personal scribe came in and said in a monotone voice, "That this baby's destiny is not of the Savior. If anything he is nothing more than any other children in the world."

"Get. Out." The queen hissed.

Before having a bigger commotion arise, the king intervene and ask the knight and scribe to leave. Once they were gone, Erik turn back to his wife and watch sadly as she held Charles close to her while crying softly.

'If Charles' not the chosen one, then who is?' the king ask to himself.