Lord Barbosa Knew, at the birth of his child, the moment has already come that he has to choose between his flesh or the House Avaloth.
"Barbosa, my love, I ask nothing for this child but at least I beg you gave him a name, and let me accompany him part of the way."
"Coline, you know out of all, that the Wrath Child can’t have a name, and is out of our house, I’m deeply sorry. But I can only accept your 2nd request,”
Coline nodded and agreed, Barbosa went out, no longer making it harder for his wife and the baby. Coline put on her coat and brought the child to the Land of the dead in her arms. This was the first time she set foot on this cursed forbidden place, a horror that was about pulling her into the abyss swept her whole body. But where else can she go? There is nowhere to escape from the eyes of the prophet except this place. Although she felt very scared, the inseparable love between the mother and the child still encouraged her. She walked so long that the path was slowly covered by a thick fog, and eventually, she stopped in front of a huge dead tree. She put down the child in the swaddling clothes and took out the knife hanging around her waist.
“Hanz , from now on, your name is Hanz.”
Coline carved the Tree of the name of Hanz on him, saying,
“Hanz, my son, I’m deeply sorry, may the breeze warm your heart, may the starlight guide your path.”
After saying that, she lifted the knife and waved to Hanz...
(Author Note: If you like this story you may also like the novel I created called: Chronicle of Existence)
