When Peter had been born his mother had still been suffering aftereffects from the attack, and the strain of childbirth had been too great. With her dying breath she asked the town to protect her son, the boy who would have both her eyes and vision.
As the child grew, he showed signs of his gift, but it was impure. The nature of his visions were horrific, tainted. Whenever his aura crossed with another's he would see their future, every misfortune, every terror, with never a glimmer of hope, only disaster. They soon said the manner of his conception had forged the gift into something darker, and those who had sworn to protect him became convinced his visions were spoken in pure malice. They were unaware of his inability to see fortune, his gift the opposite to that of his mother's.
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