Prologue

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Screams fill the stone hallway as waves slam against the rocks below. The wind howls.

"Almost there now, almost there."

In a bedroom, a gaunt woman thrashes around, her swollen
belly heaving with the effort.
Tow maids rush around the room, one carrying towels and water while the other struggles
to close the windows battered by
the storm.

"What a time to bring a little one into the world ", the older maid
muses, now kneeling by the
woman's side and gently stroking
her matted hair. The man at the bedside grasps his wife's hand, a
taut smile on his face.

Then, with on final shriek of the wind and the waves, the bady is delivered. Relief floods the room and the woman collapses in exhaustion, curling into the dampened bedsheets.

She gasps," My baby, how is he?"

The old maid chuckles as she cradles the infant,
"He is just fi...."

Her voice fades away, and the sudden look of confusion on her face quickly turns to horror.

"What is it? What's wrong with it?" The man asks as he rises to his feet.

The room is heavy with silence, as even the storm holds it's breath. No one dares move.

After what seems like an eternity, the maid slowly looks up, fear coating her gaze,"He's marked."

The ocean roars to life.

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