Shadowfall: The gathering storm.

July 19

The cry of a newborn could be heard from a short distance, signaling the birth of a new life. It was a baby boy, so frail and tiny, being held in his mother's arms, like any other normal child. But wait, something seems off. The baby had white hair...and it couldn't be genetic. His mother had brown hair, while his father had black hair, so how come? His mother was amazed and awed as she gently stroked his head, feeling the silky strands of hair between her fingers. She didn't mind the colour at all, it wouldn't change anything...or so she thought.

As the child grew, his differences from his parents became more apparent. He had shining blue eyes, unlike his parents who had a characteristic brown eye colour, and his white hair and pale skin always shone, especially in the moonlight.

One evening, they were just coming from the park, and the three-year-old, unable to contain all his excitement, was dancing and jumping around like a little bluebird in the summer. But by accident, he stumbled into someone and fell hard onto the floor, and he started to cry.

"I'm sorry, he's just been overly excited today." His mother apologised to the person as she picked her son up.

"Oh don't be, I should be the one apologising for being in his way." The man said as he looked at the sniffling child, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Please excuse me ma'am, may I ask you a question, based on your son?" The man politely asked, and confused, the woman agreed and went with him.

"Has your son's hair always been like that?"

"Why yes, he was born with it. Why do you ask, sir?"

"Well, you may find it hard to believe, but, there has been an outbreak of vampires in London, threatening to spread across England and the world, and your son seems like the one to stop that from happening. "

"My son? How? He's still just a baby! And those things aren't real, are they?"

"Indeed, they are real. All the recent random killings at night are their doing." The woman now found it difficult to deny it, since the killings have actually been strange. The victims have their blood sucked dry out of them, which is quite relatable to vampires.

"And in a prophet's dream, the saviour also had white hair like your son here." He said as he motioned to the boy sitting in his mother's lap with his thumb in his mouth while looking up at him with his big blue eyes.

"So what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is, bring him to me in the next year, I know exactly what to do." He said as he handed the woman a card containing his number and disappeared in a corner.

'vampires? this is really shocking. So my son is going to be killing vampires oneday? Unbelievable, however, I woun't hide him from his fate.' his mother thought to herself.

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