5 Chapter 5: Rebirth

After hearing Aten's last sentence Alex was blinked into darkness. It was not the cold void that made him feel unwelcome instead he wished he could remain there. The warmth and security he felt washed over his being but it was interrupted with a light piercing through the darkness. Before he could get a thought gathered his ears were filled with labored breathing, yells, and muffled words he could not understand at the moment.

…

In the thick woods, buried in snow rested a large Scottish mansion that had seemingly no footpath leading to it as it was solely isolated, and for good reason. Behind the layers of ancient wards, a six foot tall stone wall that lined the outer area, and deep inside the gray construct were screams of pain and effort. The scream was a tired and worn out pregnant woman with soft, near peach colored eyes that did not belong to any normal person. Her white hair was disheveled and matted from sweat, her hand clutched harshly onto a man that stood beside her, urging her on.

"Push, Gwyndolyn!"

The rough looking man that was dressed in a three piece suit that was ruffled and some buttons undone. The man's steel gray eyes monitored the woman called Gwyndolyn, the pair was not alone as another woman was present that was waving a wand, chanting healing spells in order to keep both the baby and Gwyndolyn alive and healthy. The two people were Angus Barclay and Miss Kira Simons; the husband of the pregnant woman and the caretaker of the mansion.

"AHHHHH-!!"

"Push, Gwynie! He's almost out!"

The feminie bellow of pain echoed through the cozy room that had a massive king sized bed, both walls adjacent to the bed were bookcases full of old, esoteric knowledge and more up to date topics, and a foot locker that had great depth and spanned the width of the bed. The other woman's voice had a thick Scottish accent and before more words of encouragement could pass the small cry of a baby was heard.

'Finally! I can breathe!' "Waaaah!"

Alex was trying to gather his bearings after finally coming to the outside world, however his eyes were shut rather tight. With a frustrated cry he used the miniscule amount of strength he had in his tiny form to crack open his eyes. His irises were nearly pitch black that had small tinkles of various colors blinking around in that area, the only way to see his pupil was by simply waiting to have the colors roughly outline it. He only managed to view the beautiful red haired Kira who checked up on him with a spell while also cleaning him up, even swadling him. He was then handed off to what he assumed to be his mother.

He mainly assumed because seeing how beautiful she was even after spending a while to push him out made him hopeful that he got some good genes flowing through him. Gwyndolyn gave the most radiant of smiles, one filled with endless warmth and love that washed over Alex and enraptured him to only gaze into her peach colored eyes.

While he was gazing his mother was returning it, her eyes locking onto the star fields that would be her little boy's utterly unique trait from the get-go. Her slightly shaky fingers gently caressed the small baby's face followed by a much rougher textured touch following suit with Angus leaning over to grin lovingly down at his newborn son.

"My, aren't you a special one, huh lad?"

Alex gave an uncontrollable giggle from the joy and warmth that overwhelmed him; even though he was an older soul compared to most everything the young body he now had made him susceptible to emotions since he had no proper way to mitigate them for now. The steely eyes of his father softened from the giggle before his mother voiced out.

"His eyes are like stars, old stars…"

This made both his parts to fall into thought for what they would now call their son. This gave Alex ample time to study them closer and notice how they were nearly opposites in every way he could see. That dichotomy made him happy in an odd way. His thoughts were broken, mostly from his small attention span currently, when his mother finally decided on a name.

"Cian. That sounds fitting, don't you think, Angus?"

The large man gave a chuckle in agreement. His large hand gently rubbed Alex's- no, Cian's head that had soft snow white hair with spurts of pitch black mixed in. Although Cian could tell his father was a hardened man his touch was never unwelcoming and only carried a loving protective feeling.

"Old Gaelic for 'ancient' which shows in the stars burning in his gaze. A very suitable name to inherit the Lloyd family name. Though…" His steel eyes slowly studied his small son. "I think we should do a bloodline test, I do not remember any records of our families having these types of characteristics…"

Cian was trying to stay awake to listen in further but when his mother held him close to her chest in order to latch on, he gave in. With his consciousness fading and the milk from Gwyndolyn soothing him further he soon fell asleep.

So was the start to his new life; to a new beginning.