Since the very first years of his life, Amael had been told he was special.
It was his mother who planted that seed in him. She would cradle him close, her smile warm and radiant, her voice soft as she whispered that he was blessed—blessed by the Gods themselves, blessed by Eden. She said it with such conviction that, as a child, Amael believed her without question. At that time, he didn't truly understand what it meant, but her words carried a weight that shaped him.
It wasn't until the day he met his father that the meaning of 'special' began to take form.
