Chapter 2: The Naming of the Child
The two parents paced back and forth around the crib. They still had not named the baby. The unnerving event that had occurred at the hospital had caused them to become involved in other matters, the baby's name never came up in a conversation. Now they cursed at themselves for being so busy, that was not how they wanted to raise a child. They had had no problems with the older brother when he was born. No crazy old prophet running in and proclaiming him an omen and trying to kill him. Just a weird old lady who thought she was his grandmother for some time. They had named him there at the hospital. He had come out of her quiet, they even checked the child to make sure it was not a still born. He had a little patch of brown hair on his little head and his big green eyes shown with curiosity, but also cautiousness. They decided right then and there that they would name him Kite, for they believed that one day the wind would pick him up and he would never fall back down. He'd be a great person throughout life and have ups and downs. This child was different however. With their minds clouded with thoughts of omens and misfortune, they were too afraid to name the child. They went through various names and still couldn't decide on one, for they all were associated with their thoughts that plagued each of them. The wife chose one name, Moth, but the father argued against it, stating that it sounded like a feminine name and that he refused to have his son live life as a Moth. Finally, they gave up and decided to try picking a random name on a list of names, maybe one of these names would spark an idea in them. The first name picked off the list was Krad. Dark reversed. Both of the parents exchanged worried glances, the prophets words were eating at their doubts, growing inside of them. They quickly dismissed the name and picked a second one at random. Raven, the father tried to chuckle to lighten up the atmosphere, and brought back up the point of the name being too feminine. It did not work, as the mother stared gravely at the name and her eyes showed even more signs of worry. Was this all a coincidence? It was becoming harder to believe by the second. They chose another name. Lucifer, a name associated with the devil. The mother began to weep. It wasn't fair. Why had that prophet come and cursed her child? Why couldn't he curse someone else's child? She instantly felt horrible for saying that and cried more. The father hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear that everything would be alright. They decided that they'd pick one more name, and that that would be their son's name. They prayed to those they looked up to that it might be a normal name. Each one closed their eyes, and miraculously, picked the same name. They both smiled. Matt. That would be the name of this child, Matt.