When the second child of Lord Barbosa was born, all the members of House Avaloth were shrouded in a huge panic and uneasiness...
"Wrath Child" The Oracle stated to the crowd with a trembling voice after he confirmed with Divination. All the crowd fell in total silence, leaving Coline, the mother of Joram sobbing silently.
"Mom what is the wrath child?" the confused little Joram asked, maybe he is wondering in his heart if it is a happy thing to welcome the birth of his younger brother.
"Joram, go find your uncle Maurac, he will teach you how to carve a rune."
"Great!"
Joram patted his hands happily and left the doubts he just had behind.
Looking back at his son who is jumping away, Lord Barbosa couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Wrath child... he recited in his heart, it seemed to be a confirmation but it also seemed that he does not want to believe it. Like all the Avaloth members, he knew what it exactly means, but he just didn't expect this tragedy to happen to his family.
"Oracle, can this child be saved?"
The last trace of hope finally faded in the eyes of Lord Barbosa when he saw the Oracle shaking its head slowly.
(Author Note: If you like this story you may also like the novel I created called: Chronicle of Existence)
