The Chronicles of Ender Grim
Born to harsh moonlight,
With an aura of immortality.
A brick fell from the nearby wall, smashing the babies face. The midwife screamed, but the baby laughed. He heard his God’s voice:
“You are a cursed child, But you are mine.
I will protect you, I’ll offer you guidance.
delve into this world, and become a champion.”
A nearby tree turned into ash as the voice withered away. The midwife watched in horror as the disfigured face of the child got struck by lightning repeatedly and burst into flames. The flames subsided and the awestruck midwife marveled at the normalized face of the child.
To be Continued…