This story takes place in a village mostly surrounded by mountains and few caves, with grass plains for miles, a village that goes by the name of Ferr Zorte. A quite village with a leader, elders and a history of its own, in that history and surname stands out frequently, Laytun'Farr. It stands out for having great renown for great fighters, tacticians, blacksmiths, name a profession and there's a Laytun'Farr for it and soon it's about to be known for soon to be latest and greatest addition to its name for this village holds a prophecy.
Once a century, a family in this village brings an Aasimar offspring with a special connection to its celestial being.
That is the prophecy nearly everyone in the village knows, however the full prophecy has been lost to time forgotten by all, all except one. One who plans to stop it from coming true
The Aasimar born of blood red eyes will be the village's salvation, the one to save it from corruption, save it from the one of eyes with the most sinister hue of-
The owner of those eyes, they are the one hellbent and ensuring this prophecy does not see the light of day.
A Zenalia Laytun'Farr, wed to a Zayfur Laytun'Farr, gives birth to new born child on June 10th, in the year of XXXX, with the most peculiar of skin tones, a darker shade of stone gray. The couple confused as to why their newborn son could have this type of skin while their young daughter has a skin tone of a lighter shade of peach until, Zayfur quickly realizes they fit in with the time range of the village's prophecy, he's an Aasimar. Zenalia looking at her newborn child smiles at her new creation pondering what kind of person he'll grow up to be, she says after several minutes of silence "Xenith." Zayfur with questioning look on his looks at his wife, she looks back and says with her smile continuing "His name is Xenith." Zayfur smiles and nods. A yawn is heard, Zenalia looks back at Xenith to see him opening his eyes for the first and upon seeing them she speaks
How peculiar, your eyes...., they're red.
After that observation is made, ears from someone listening in perks up in fear and frustration.
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Fallen
FantasyBorn by prophecy, live by circumstance, the life a red eyed assimar named Xenith Laytun'Farr had been put into until it all went spiraling down
