That day...Della Vacker finally had her child after being pregnant for three years. She held her child close, he didn't look like his parents, especially when he was holding the tiny spear-like object.
She watched her child that was in her arms opened his eyes slowly. Teal.
A cold but familiar voice filled Della's mind.The voice blurred away as her husband took her hand gently.
"He won't live more than eighteen years." she whispered weakly.
"Oh?"
"I...had a feeling."
Alden smiled sadly. "Well, I can't argue with a fortune-teller, can I?"
"What about his name?"
"Fitz Avery Vacker."
