Beriadan Cirdain

            Every story begins the same.  They all begin with a mother in pain, and then a new life in the world.  What happens afterwards is never the same, but the initial beginning is the same.  The amount of pain, the setting, the child, the mother, they are always different, but overall, there is the same aspects of such.  After nine months of growing, the youth meets the world, and is then held by the same person it had just exited. 

            And as Nimeway held the same child that had grown within her for the past months, she smiled a smile of love.  Of welcoming her child into the world, despite the crowd of people around her.  The child, who was obviously the son of Rossethor just from his appearances, slept soundly in her arms.

            The child, as Nime knows so well, has his entire life ahead of him, sorrows and all.  Yet as she stared at him, a new member to the world, she whispered in her head, ‘I promise to make your first years happy, so that you can have the strength and the compassion for your later years.’  She promised him that, knowing that no matter what happens, she loved the child and she hoped he would love her in return.  Now all she needs to do is remember his name.