Chapter 3: Problem

Nick sat in his mothers arms calmly as he tried to figure out what he looks like based on his parents appearance. 'Do i have blue hair like my father or red like my mother hmmmm'. he wonders. 'I'll find out later I guess , for now I'm rather tired so I'm going to sleep'. Nick fell soundly asleep and entered the dream world , meanwhile his parents begin a very important conversation about nicks future. "Look at him atica he takes after you so much." The man says to his wife nicks mother. Atica smiles and says "perhaps ,but he has your eyes and cheeks veras. " veras strokes his wife's hair affectionately "I hope he's has your strength atica he will need it when he comes of age." He says seriously. "Damn those old fogies and their stubbornness!" Veras says angrily as a dull red light starts radiating from him . "calm down veras you'll wake our son otherwise." Atica says firmly but gently. Veras calms himself and the light fades back into his body . "you're right dear. its just so infuriating how they want him to become a political piece when he was just born! " veras says with gritted teeth and sighs. Atica comforts her husband and they stop talking before atica puts nick in his crib. about two hours later nick wakes up from hunger and notices he's alone so he tries to sit up with several failed attempts and has trouble staying up on his own so he leans against the crib . nick then looks around the room and sees he is in a small room with only a few items nearby including a rattle made from some kind of bone and an odd green glowing stone. Nick crawls over to the strange green stones and picks it up and looks at it curiously.