Twilight Requiem

A shrill cry echoed within the room as Calie gave birth to her son with her mate. Calie cried as she held the newborn baby in her arms. Her mate kissed the side of her head before looking at their son. “He’s perfect,” Calie said, looking at her mate. “He is,” Ian replied, looking tenderly at the bundle of flesh in his wife’s arms, the product of their love. “What should we name him?” He asked, looking at his wife. Calie smiled as she looked at her mate. “Ivan. Let’s name him Ivan.” Ian smiled at her and nodded his head. “Ivan. That’s a cool name. It's like Ivan the Great,” he said, and Calie giggled. “I am sure he will do great things,” she said. Ian nodded. “He will,” Then he gently held his son’s small hand. “My son, Ivan,” Both Ian and Calie continued to watch their child, still in that bubble of happiness now that their family is complete. At that moment, aside from the husband and wife, the new parents, someone else was also ecstatic about the arrival of the infant. Invisible to everyone’s eyes, two entities: a man and a woman, watched as the baby cooed while being held by his mother. ‘The boy, he won't have an easy life, they won't have an easy life,’ the woman with long white hair wearing a white cloak said. The man with long black hair wearing a black cloak nodded his head. ‘He won’t. A price of being born from a mother with the power of life,’ he paused and sighed. ‘But they have each other. They needed to hold onto each other,’ he said, glancing at Calie, and then at Ian. The woman noticed that the man was looking at the baby’s father. ‘It's unfortunate that he won't be able to see him grow up.’ She spoke. ‘It is what the Fates have written for him.’ The man replied, and then the woman leaned closer to the man, putting her hand on his chest. ‘You intervening and extending his life is already a gift.’ She mumbled as the man wrapped his arms around her. He looked at the baby and spoke. ‘A little payment, so he can be the instrument for our child to be born,’