The Mayor tells me that I was born in the 12th hour of the Violet Moon on the Third day, in the year 1076.
My mother died giving birth to me, and
my father ran when he saw my eyes.
They are both pupilless, golden and vibrant as the sunset.
Uncannilly, I still remember his howling and weeping echoing in the back of my mind,
"No! Not my son!" he cried over and over, running off into
the violet moonlight.
The Mayor tells me that I was as silent as my Mother when I came
into the world.
Born in the dank shed of his backyard.
I cannot remember my Mother's name
for my life.
The Mayor reminds me often.
And even more often her name escapes me,
as if by magic.
I do not care to remember my father's name...
He's gone now.
1076, Dey 1, 2nd hour
