Xylo_sea
A day ago, a newborn child come to the world, and the people believed he had been sent by the gods. To them, he was a blessing-their hope made flesh.
But the truth soon came to light.
He was an outcast.
His soft, dark auburn hair. His ruby-red eyes gleamed with an unnatural intelligence, their depths seeming far too mature for a newborn child
And then there was his aura.
It was anything but pure.
His appearance was terrifying, nothing like the image of a saint the people had expected. Across his back were two enormous marks resembling burned wings, intertwined with strange runes whose meaning no one could understand.
The people didn't know what he truly was.
Fear quickly turned into suspicion. They began to wonder if the child was not a blessing from the gods, but a curse.
And so, driven by fear, they banished him.
They gave him a name.
Arthur.