The night was calm as Daethias looked out through the castle window. Lights were winking at him from the many houses that cluttered the small town below.

The moon was full that night, and cast an eary glow over his kingdom. Far off in the distance he could hear the cries of many wolves, echoing towards the heavens, calling on the moon.

A moan escaped out from the adjoining room, followed by an encouraging word. Daethias was nervous, all he could think about was the next room, where his wife gave labour, hopefully to an heir to carry on his legacy. He prayed for a son. A son, who he could train in the art of warfare, diplomacy and leadership.

An ear splitting scream shattered the silence of the room, followed by a smaller quieter cry, a cry of a child. Daethias ran into the bedchamber to lay his eyes on the on the breath taking site that would be his son.

What he saw there though, was not what he was expecting. A child of tanned skin, jet black hair and pure black eyes.

Daethias could not believe his eyes, how could this happen, how could this child be tanned, where as his parents are both as fair as the winter snow with eyes as blue as the sky on a sunny summer day.

Rage filled his eyes as he realized that the darker side of the arcane arts was in the blood of the infant. People frowned on the likes of those with the wicked arts of magic.

"Like hell that thing has come from any blood of mine!" Daethias yelled.

With that remark Daethias shot to the door of the bedchamber and called in a passing porter.

"I want you to go down to my banquet hall and tell all the nobles that my wife has had a still born. Better to be known as that, then have that thing grow up in my court an outcast."

In the early hours of that morning Daethias saddled his warhorse and prepared to take the child away, far away from his province. After three days hard riding, Daethias came upon the great forest of Elkins Holm, he travelled deep onto the heart of the wood and came across a clearing. There he took up his child and unceremoniously discarded him into some scrub brush. Remounting his steed Daethias pointed towards his kingdom with out a single glance behind him.