Tens of thousands of eons ago.
(Screaming down a corridor)
"Come on, honey, three, two, one, push!"
Keepers and protecters from around the kingdom are outside. Waiting for the next heir to the throne to be born.
The autumn afternoon sun rays shine through the windows of the church, where the son of Sun and Jupiter is to be born. For he will be made of light in this dark world.
Time passes and soon enough...
(Baby crying)
"He's... he's beautiful, just like the fortune teller told"
"What will we name him?"
"Rico, the Alpha Omega boy of the light"
