His birth is uneventful, a cold night below trees where the spring sun has not gotten the time to warm up the earth on the day before. There's no moon shining, or if there is it's a small one hidden by the clouds. No precious stars to twinkle their kind light downwards - it's just a very black night, and his mother names him lord of it.
Not that he is any of that yet. Right now he's just a baby; son of a god he may be, he does not express the gift bestowed upon his genetics. Perhaps one day he may earn such greatness; right now he seems nothing special. His mother loves him, though - but in the days following birth he discovers that her love for him is not enough to keep him going. There must be more to this life and, although he's young, he carries whatever genetic makeup it is of his father that leaves him lurking, stalking through the dark of night whenever mother's too tired to follow.
Tonight is no exception, and the son of the king's former lover leaves no stone unturned to find out which scent leaves where, or which bloodstain smells of horse and which of something else.
Rajanish
screaming out loud