Issue One: “In the Cradle art Heroes Made”
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Touched by Destiny
“In the Cradle art Heroes Made”
Anthony Harris stood staring through the glass into the room where his son lay sleeping in a crib. He snorted and raised the bottle of jack to his lips and took a long swig. This stupid little bundle of crying flesh had ruined his life. His wife would never look as beautiful or sexy now that she had had a child. The kid would cry and keep them up all night surely, and he would be another mouth to feed. Not for the first time, nor the last, Anthony Harris wondered whatever had possessed him to not use a condom that night in the hotel in Vegas. He knew Jessica wasn’t on birth control, and he’d never intended to have kids. He’d seen how he and his brother Rory had ruined their father’s life, how he had taken to drinking heavily and lost his job for being a drunk.
“Stupid brat.” Tony muttered before staggering off down the hall drunkenly, headed outside to get some fresh air.
James Chase stood looking in at the sleeping infants with a cold look in his eyes.
Cordelia his wife had named the girl.
The newborn infant who thankfully never seemed to cry.
The physical representation of his wife’s night of infidelity in San Tropei.
He loved his wife, and had forgiven her that one night’s trespass, but here before him was a child he would be responsible for raising, who everyday would be a reminder that his wife had been unfaithful.
He turned and walked away.
He would never abuse this child, he would raise her properly. But he could never love this child, for she would ever remind him that his wife had known someone else biblically.
Matthew Osbourne looked down at his son with pride in his heart.
Here was the child of his loins, newborn and so innocent.
He would do everything in his power to raise his son right, to lead him down the right path. He would not let the child follow the path he had in his youth. He would ensure his son was raised on the side of light, to be a hero even if only an everyday one.
Looking down he saw his son open his eyes and for a long moment he held his gaze before his infant son yawned and returned to the realm of sleep. Smiling Matthew walked back into the maternity ward to rejoin his wife.
In the infant ward all three infants slept soundly, their cradles next to one another. It was late at night, and no one was around to see as a faint white light seemed to form in the air above them before tiny wire-thin tendrils wove their way down and touched each tiny sleeping infant on the forehead.
A soft musical voice echoed through the room as the children slept.
“Be brave, little ones, for great trials will you face but you shall not face them alone. The Gift is yours. Use it wisely.”
: This story is a series of small random glimpses of events in the lives of Xander, Oz, and Cordelia where their lives were touched by a mysterious entity. Over time, this story will fill in some of the questions that readers will have about the mysterious entities watching over the trio, even as it creates more questions of its own.