It is October 30,2420 11:59:59. At the exact same time the time changes, in New Orleans Louisiana, Mary Nughtingale gives birth to a baby boy and names him Vjesnik. He is 4 lbs 20 oz at 42cm long. However despite being considered unhealthy Vjesnik goes home to his loving parents with the only thing wrong with him being his eyes. They were extremely unordinary and stood out. None of the doctors knew what was wrong with him despite multiple tests so the sent the child with the unnerving eyes home with his loving parents.
The child wasn't blind or anything. His eye shape and color was just unusual. In fact it was to reportedly have never happened once in the entire human history. His pupils where reptilian shaped and blood red in color. The irises violet and the whites a cold blue banded in gold. And to anyone who looks at them, his eyes seem to glow. It wasn't until later that I put two and two together. I was able to track him through out history due to his unique eyes marking him as who he truly is.
During my research into this rebirth of Baal, I uncovered a journal that he kept of this run. I have repenned it here for it's details are important as to how and why we are where we are now.
His earliest childhood memory is of age 5. His dad woke him up just before sunrise to teach him how to make breakfast. He remembered it was dark as his dad picked him up from his bed. He also remembers knowing that it was his father who had picked him up as his dad always held him in such a way as to be able to avoid direct eye contact with him and always muttered under his breath "Moj jedinstveni mali djecace kakva cuda svemir sprema za osobu s ocima poput tvojih".
"Wake up Vjesnik. We're going to make breakfast", his father said to him as he carried him from his bedroom. He sat him on the counter next to the kitchen stove and told him they we were going to be making pancakes, sausage, biscuits, eggs, gravy and toast. As the sun began to peak its first rays above the horizon, his dad shows him how to turn on the stove and where the skillet and other dishes was kept that was required to make breakfast. Then he shows him which ingredients where needed from the fridge. Then he walks him through the mixing of the pancakes followed by the prepping of the rest of the food.
The rest is pened from Baal's point of view...
As I watched out the kitchen window, the top of the sun becomes visible on the horizon and its first rays hit the kitchen stove. The beam of light reflected back off the stove's surface and into my face causing me to rub my eyes at the sudden bright light. My sudden movement caused my father to look at me and as I lowered my hands I caught his eye briefly and saw him repress a shudder before turning quickly back to the food.
"What's wrong dad?" I remembered asking. It took him a few minutes to reply…
"Now pay attention Vjesnik. If you want consistent size with your pancakes, use a measuring cup to scoop out your batter into the skillet. Crack the eggs into a cup. Add a little bit of whole milk. Cinnamon and brown sugar. Dash of other seasonings. Mix well and poor into the egg pan."
As the sun continued to rise in the sky, my first lesson in cooking continued by my father, the moment he shuddered all but forgotten. Breakfast was finished and ate in time for my first day of school and the ride was made in silence.
The next entry into Baal's journal briefly touches on the subject of his family's death then goes on to explain his time with his uncle and how he obtained his power in this run of life....
My next memory is thirteen days later, exactly before I turn six. My dad woke me up just before sun rise like he had before, however instead of making breakfast he instructed me to get dressed for school. And that is it. Just before my memory goes totally black, I hear my mother scream "Jessie!!!" though it sounded millions of miles away and more like a faint breeze of the wind than an actual scream. But that's it. Later I find out that my parents were murdered that night. My next memory is waking up in a strange white room.
At this point I have now been in the hospital for nine days. I turned 6 six days ago. Physically there was nothing wrong with me however the doctors where unsure mentally as the authorities believed my parents had been murdered right before my very eyes. When I suddenly opened my eyes, the nurse that was in the room with me screamed after looking at me and ran from the room. The screech of the nurse hurt my head so I immediately scrunched my eyes closed and sunk lower into the bed.
Moments later I hear the rush of footsteps and the babble of the nurse as she attempted to explain her panic to the doctor. I was only able to catch snippets of what the nurse said before the pain in my head and behind my eyes made everything go black again. My eyes. Something strange about my eyes.
It was some days later before I woke again this time to a dark and empty room. I suddenly remembered the panic of the nurse, and curiosity about what she said about my eyes prompted me to search for a mirror but the instant I sat up, I passed out again sinking back into unconsciousness. Three nights later I am standing in front of the mirror, starring slacked jawed at my reflection.
My mother had always told me there is no need to look in a mirror or to pay any attention to my own reflection "Because you are above such things". It was her favorite line. I stood for what seemed like eons pondering my own reflection. My hair was a silvery white color with a blue glow to it like ice. What really had my attention though where my eyes. My pupils are reptilian shaped and blood red in color. My irises are violet and the whites are a cold blue banded in gold. And to anyone who looks at them, my eyes seem to glow.
I learned later that when my eyes where observed while I was unconscious, to the observer my eyes where a dull black in color but otherwise ordinary looking.
This unsettled some people and the doctor wanted to conduct some tests, but my Godfather, Uncle Jim showed up to take me home with him before the doctor could do anything. I was in the hospital for three and a half weeks.