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"eheheheheh!" little Kurom laughed as Ishara played with him. Otacan couldn't believe her smile… and the child still reeked of whatever thing it was in before it arrived here. Perhaps her motherly instincts were just that height? He recalled her being over affectionate with Cheritalys when she was a baby. Otacan smiled at the memory, a thing Ishara noted as she played with the infant.

"Here, dear. You hold him for a bit." Ishara said gently as she handed young Kurom to her husband. Otacan didn't refuse, but he eyed the infant suspiciously. Kurom went quiet for a moment as he examined his new holder. Otacan had a stern, serious look on him as he examined the boy his wife wanted to adopt. Suddenly, the infant laughed.

"Well… its better then you crying…" Otacan said, smiling begrudgingly. He had forgotten what joys a child can bring… and just then Kurom pissed on him, Otacan's smile fading as the child urinated over him slowly. He had also forgotten what headaches a child can bring… "Ishara! He has wetted himself over me!" Otacan declared, trying to be professional as they were in the med bay, Ishara working on the dampening chamber where they would house Kurom. Frankly Otacan wanted to put him there, not feeling too safe around the mutated infant.

"ihihihih!" Ishara laughed, completely unpassed with her husband's predicament. "get a drone to give him a diaper." She said as if it was nothing. After Otacan had done as she asked, she opened the door to the dampening chamber and nodded to Otacan, who carried the infant in. Kurom wiggled about, strong as a grown Eldar, despite his age as Otacan laid him down. Now looking down at the giggling infant, Otacan begrudgingly smiled once more.

"Its not your fault for being born…" Otacan admitted as he exited the chamber. Approaching Ishara who was working with the multitude of scanners, daring not to probe the infant with her psychic abilities for the fear of a psychic backlash, nor wanting to cut him open.

"Whatever he is… he isn't human." Ishara commented as she ran over the scans which examined the infant in the room as they watched him through the psy resistant glass, material only made by the Eldar.

"That much is apparent." Otacan confirmed, rather grumpily.

"You don't understand…" Ishara explained. "Wings, tails, horns and claws aside… he has MULTITIDUE of additional organs which seem to accelerate his… everything! Strength, speed, endurance, memory, metabolism and all of his senses!" She declared in shock. "This could be achieved only by the highest flesh crafters of the Empire!" She declared, looking through the class at the confused infant.

"I don't know who created him, but he was certainly no Eldar… for while the effort and imagination put into him was great, he seriously lacks on the aesthetic part…" Otacan commented and Ishara gave him a frown.

"Don't talk like that about him!" she scolded her husband who rolled his eyes. "Even with my knowledge, I can not tell you much… I can not tell you basically anything about his psychic or blank powers… I can not tell you how much he will grow or how fast… nor how smart he will be…" Ishara told him but Otacan gently caressed her cheek, comforting her as he pressed his fingers against his eyes. He didn't like this… not the situation itself, but rather the fact that for the first time in centuries he was forced to think on the fly! He preferred it when he had plenty of time to think of his actions and to make decisions. To relieve the foolishness of youth! Not that his wife was helping him too much.

"How shell I referee to him then?" Otacan said and surprisingly, Ishara giggled. The old farseer couldn't believe himself as he felt his grumpiness alleviate. She was beautiful when she smiled… he recalled how she laughed at his complains when he met her… Ishara bounding his wounds as he lay in the med bay.

"Ga?" The infant asked as invisible scanners relayed the 3D images of his insides. "ga ga?" It asked as it wandered about the chamber, its black environment contrasting against its gray and black form, his white diapers sticking out.

"Shouldn't we restrain him?" Otacan asked and Ishara gave him a very stern and serious frown. Otacan wanted to ask why she had it but he knew better.

"Restrain a child…" She scolded him as she ran over the analysis.

"You said you don't know how strong he is." Otacan countered. "If he is strong enough to punch through a adamantine capsule, shouldn't we test?" the farseer asked. Ishara held onto her frown.

"Lucky for you we have to resort back to the regular psy testing…" She commented angrily. Otacan was surprised by the amount of love his wife poured into this creature. "YOU go in and set him up." She spoke with anger and determination, asserting herself as Otacan exhaled. Lucky for her he was not in the mood to argue. Pressing in the code and going in, Otacan saw that Kurom immediately looked into his direction, laughed and went towards him, giggling happily.

"Alright young one…" Otacan said as Kurom held his robe in his clawed hands. "Time to see what type of headaches you can cause to people." He jested as he picked Kurom up and pressed him against the circular device which was meant to absorb all the psychic emissions it could. Mumbling something as the restraints came, fitting to a size that would suit Kurom's age. They were made of the toughest variation of wraithbone, the same stuff the anti grav tanks of the craftworld were made of. There was no way Kurom could break through this. With that Otacan left the chamber once more.

"Starting testing." Ishara said as Kurom called out for Otacan, his baby language but gibberish to the advanced Eldar minds which examined him. Slowly, the device came to life, starting to glow against the skin of the baby.

"Uhhhh…" Kurom said as he was mesmerized by the myriad of sounds and colors…. Then the device reacted to with his immeasurable powers and untapped potential. Suddenly the device hissed as Ishara gasped. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Kurom yelled as his instinctive, primal side took over. He thrashed as the restraints slowly gave way.

"By Isha!" Ishara declared as she immediately shut down the machine, Kurom falling down with his restraints as he loosened them from their sockets. The two parents watched with fear as Kurom cried, examining the restraints as they… fell off of him. Kurom was curious as he saw he could grow and shrink his arm at will and so were his adoptive parents.

"This shouldn't be possible…" Otacan commented as he rushed to open the door and to calm the infant who once again began crying. As soon as the door opened Kurom saw him and rushed towards him. A part of Otacan readied for a fight as he knew not how to predict Kurom's actions… as he could not read his thoughts.

"Father!" Kurom suddenly spoke in perfect, fluent, childish Eldar. This shocked the farseer as the child hugged his leg and looked for protection.

"You can talk!?" Otacan gasped as the kid buried his face in the farseers robes. Otacan placed his hand on the top of the baby's head, oddly feeling parental affection as he smiled, Ishara looking at the two from the side with great concern.

"What happened?" Cheritalys asked as she rushed into the room upon hearing the ruckus inside. Otacan sighed as he turned to his daughter, still gently holding kurom's head.

"Go Kurom… go to your sister, she will take you to our house…" He told him and Kurom suddenly brightened as he looked at the perplexed Cheritalys.

"Sister!" Kurom suddenly declared as he charged and hugged Cheritalys's leg as well. Cheritalys went back and forth in looking between her parents and her brother as she was stunned. Her parents smiled at her as she gathered herself.

"Yes… lets go little Kurom." She said as she reached down, leaving the room with him. As soon as they were outside Otacan turned to Ishara.

"I… I don't know how to explain this… according to the readings he is both the blankest blank and the strongest biomancer…" she told her husband, who struggled not to dismiss the idea outright.

"that's impossible… no creature can be BOTH a blank and a psyker…" he told her categorically.

"Kurom is no ordinary creature…" Ishara responded with great concern. There was a short pause as the two thought this through. "According to my power readings, he is a perpetual… or very near it…" she admitted and she saw her husband shake with anxiousness. "Are you alright." She asked plainly

"What did we bring to our home…" Otacan said but before Ishara could scold him for referencing their son that way he continued. "It will be a great honor raising Kurom… he is destined for great things!" Otacan said as he felt he flew and rested upon the strands of fate. Ishara smiled, happy that her husband has agreed to her desire. "I just hope he can control his power… and not use it, intentionally or otherwise, to harm us…" the farseer said with concern.

"He wont if we raise him right… and that's our job." Ishara said and the two shared a hug as they ran over the scans once more looking for more detail.

"Come on little brother…" Cheritalys spoke in her melodic voice as she held a spoon filed with nutrients, hovering it before the infant who looked at it with great curiosity. "Open wide, you have to eat to get big and strong." Cheritalys spoke as she felt immense happiness. She had inherited her mother's motherly instincts… and her father's broodiness. Kurom sniffed the mash in the spoon as he opened his mouth. "There we go." Cheritalys said as she pushed the spoon in his mouth. The child sucked the mush in the spook as his sister noticed that he already had fangs, his teeth small but sharp. She smiled with joy… and then she pulled her hand back as she yelped.

"AAH!" She moaned as she took the spoon outside of Kurom's mouth, leaving the child perplexed as she felt immense pain in her index finger. Holding her hand she saw that a bit of greenish saliva was eating away at her skin and she quickly deduced it was acid. She bit her lip as she looked sternly at Kurom. "What are you!?" she asked angrily as the pain continued radiating from her fingers. What creature had acid as spit? Just then she saw he was looking at her with sadness as his eyes were becoming more and more teary. 'Oh damn…' Cheritalys thought as suddenly the child cried out and started crying once more. She immediately gripped her psychic head as she felt IMMENSE pain from the blank field that radiated from the crying child.

"Shush little Kurom shush!" She tried to comfort him as she held her head which throbbed. Well at least we know his power can be triggered by emotions… she thought as she tried in vain to calm the child. "WHATS WRONG!" She asked as the pain became unbearable.

"WAAAAAAAA!" Kurom pointed to the mush before him as he spat out his food. What was wrong with it? It was regular baby food for Isha's sake… Same thing she ate as a baby! Did he not like it. Reluctantly Cheritalys went to take a spoon full of it… only to notice that the synthetic spoon had already disintegrated due to the acid saliva coming from the child. Moaning she dipped her finger into the mush and tasted it. It was stale and tastless.

"Ugh!" Cheritalys moaned with displeasure. Just then the kid stopped crying… and the pain stopped… he even began laughing as his sister looked at him. "Whats so funny?" she asked and the child stopped laughing, looking at her neutrally. Then she realized and made the same disgusted face she made when she tasted the mush and indeed he laughed again.

"It's a good thing mother isn't here… if she found out I mixed baby food with military issue protein paste she would have killed me." Cheritalys declared as she went to patch her injured finger and to look for REAL baby food. Her finger was alright but the food was nowhere to be seen and she dreaded that Kurom would begin crying any moment now. Reluctantly she took sugar and rice, mixing it and milk with the paste. Kurom watched eagerly as he observed what she was doing.

"Just TELL me your allergic to any of this and…." Cheritalys said as she realized how stupid and pointless it was too insult and threaten the child. Sighing she placed the bowl before him. Looking for another, sturdier spoon she was shocked to see Kurom digging into the mush with his bare hands. Did he know the taste was altered? Was he too hungry or smart enough to figure the taste will be different? In either case he ate it all and licked the bowl clean with his black tongue, Cheritalys watching with awe as her brother took the plate and offered it to her, as if saying 'more please'. Just then the plate shattered in his hands due to his acidic spit.

"Fine!" Cheritalys said as she took the remains of the plate to clean them up carefully, not to injure herself. "But if you get a belly ache and if you think Im helping you poop and cleaning up!" she declared but he just laughed. She smiled and rolled her eyes as she went for more military paste. "Just you wait till you learn to speak." She commented as she wondered if she was like this when she was a child.

"Sister." Kurom said and Cheritalys stopped in her tracks, turning to face her brother once more. Kurom had spoken the word before, but it would seem it was the only word he knew… at least to her. She watched the baby who already seemed a good couple of centimeters taller, his horns and tail most notable in their change.

"There." Ishara said as she lay down Kurom in a bed. He yawned… it was both beautifully innocent and eerie as it sounded partially like animalistic whine… or dampened roar. Still the two women admired the child which curled up around himself and fell asleep. Another child meant a lot of work. Otacan was with the council discussing the fate of Kurom as they stood there.

"Mom… do you think they will let us keep Kurom?" Cheritalys asked as Kurom purred in his sleep, breathing peacefully as Ishara hugged her daughter from behind.

"I can only hope so, my daughter." Ishara responded. "I must warn you thought." She began. "We have no idea how fast he will grow… but we know it will be very fast compared to an eldar… so enjoy your time with him while he is still young, small and cute." Ishara explained to her daughter.

"YOU WHAT!?" Korlayas asked loudly as Otacan made his proposition.

"I want to adopt him." Otacan responded calmly. The farseers looked at each other in confusion as they thought their most ancient and wise member had gone mad.

"With respect, Otacan… have you thought this through?" Ornelela asked as she thought on this subject as well.

"Yes! Have you at least gazed into the future? Have you at least glimpsed the consequences of such an action?" Korlayas asked.

"Hear me out, colleagues…" Otacan calmly asked the four stared at him as thoughts were exchanged. "I have tried delving into the myriad of fate strings that stand before us… " he said and made a small pause. "But whenever I would try to focus on Kurom's destiny with us, the vision blurred and fell apart… I have concluded that I can not probe his future due to his blankness… and yes, I have tried various methods. At best I can focus on other characters, some of you here in fact and see glimpses of your interaction with him… I apologize if this sounds arrogant of me but… if I can not gaze upon the future of this child, I doubt any of you can. Correct me if Im wrong." Otacan spoke regally and the other farseers took their time deliberating. Once more Korlayas was first to speak, seeing that no one could discern the mutant child's future.

"Even if so. Isnt that exactly the reason why we should get rid of him? The uncertainty… I mean why are we even here if we can not predict the future for our kin? Have you thought of the dangers? We all read the reports your wife gave us! A powerful biomancer AND the biggest blank anyone of us has ever seen WHO can turn his blankness on and off?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Korlayas said and Otacan could sense the fear in him. It wasn't an evil fear… it was a good fear for all their safety.

"And yet he exists!" Otacan said. "I know appearances and aesthetics are subjective Korlayas… but power isn't and you yourself saw them." He responded and Korlayas bit his lip, thinking of what to say.

"your right…" Korlayas admitted. "But THAT is another reason why we should-" the younger farseer commented but Otacan cut him off.

"Investigate this further! We could learn from this!" Otacan argued. Korlayas looked at him with a look of disappointment.

"Such same experimentations led to the downfall of our race…" Korlayas said bitterly and saw Otacan grow darker, feeling his sorrow mentally as their psy powers mingled. There was a moment of silence. "I shouldn't have said that… Im sorry." Korlayas said and Otacan nodded.

"And I shouldn't have cut you off… I apologize." Otacan commented.

"We all want whats best for the craftworld… we cant allow ourselves to bicker like young children." Ornelela commented and everyone agreed. "Otacan… why do you want to adopt this child? May I ask since I know you always wanted to sire children, even before you came to our craftworld all those centuries ago." She asked and everyone paid attention to Otacan who felt like he was being interrogated.

"I will not deny that some small part of me want another child, even this child… but in all truth my wife and my daughter are far more enthusiastic about him than I am… For starters I want an Eldar child as it is my duty to ensure the survival our race… Secondly I know that if I adopt this child… while I and my family will love him like our own, the craftworld will not see it that way… he would be treated as a second class citizen at best…" Otacan spoke with a heavy heart. "But in all honesty, advantages and disadvantages aside I think he is the dragon of our visions… and as such it is destined for us to take care of him and raise him as one of our own." Otacan said and this silenced everyone.

"So he will either be our savior or our executioner…" Korlayas commented bitterly.

"Still… I as well am not enthusiastic about the idea…" Harintias spoke finally as before he merely observed the conversation. "But I will say that we saw what will happen if we stand alone… The biggest problem I see in keeping him around is… well frankly, when he grows up and assuming we train him… he will be unstoppable… how are we to kill him if he goes rogue?" Harintias pointed out. "Then again… I am not the one to risk but if I must choose between the two risks Id rather chose the lower one of raising him… if we kill him right now there is a chance we can kiss the prophecy goodbye."

"AH! But do we know HE is the dragon the prophecy speaks of?" Korlayas pointed out.

"While I do agree the prophecies are known to be cryptic, fangs, claws, horns, tail AND wings do tell me that there is a chance for Kurom to indeed be the dragon of our vision…" Otacan admitted.

"So you even named him." Korlayas scolded.

"I am usually against killing the infant…" Reryev spoke finally, the woman carefully considering her options. "But are we absolutely sure we can not come up with a compromise solution?" she sharply said.

"What do you propose?" Korlayas asked.

"We allow Otacan to adopt Kurom… but we find a way to… eliminate him if he becomes a peril for our species." Reryev proposed and everyone breath a sigh of relief as they agreed to this.

"The question is how?" Korlayas commented. "A collar which can explode and can deny his powers?" he asked.

"No… he will outgrow it and it will constantly be changed… allowing him to escape… not to mention that he, given enough time, could either shrink his head or squirm out of it as he develops his biomancy skills." Otacan explained.

"A micro explosive device planted within his chest." Ornelela offered.

"Again… biomancy, he could push it out or change his physiology to disable it." Otacan countered and Ornelela sighed.

"The cube?" Ornelela finally offered.

"That… could work… combined with something that can hold his blankness in check…" Otacan admitted. Still the realization that he would always have to carry with him a piece of technology which could imprison his son in a micro dimension was… terrifying. Then again he had no choice.

"I… don't like this… Id much rather we'd have a conventional means of dealing with this but… I will approve of it… " Korlayas relented and with that the question was settled. Otacan had officially adopted Kurom… Now all he had to do was figure out how his non Eldar son would fit in with the rest of the people on the craftworld.