A child was borne among the Fallen,
Soft, round – oblivious to the scars that marred him.
Born to a world that was his – yet was not.
He was a beautiful child, gilded, his skin glistened in the sun like crystallized nectar.
His eyes shone in the light like polished amber.
His hair a blinding, colorless crown of curls.
As was his mother – so too, was the child inflected by the Changed.
Deeply! – Was he affected my the Change
It reached into his blood, bones, and the core of his being.
Yet – it would be millennia before all his talents manifested
And so, loved an hated for the lost beauty the child held –
– Malik Mor
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