Stone Circle Children of the Standing Stones

He would have stayed incubating in his mother's womb, had it been his choice. His sister was the first to go, and initially, the freed-up space had been comforting until the sister behind him had given him the shove that would send him shooting out into the open air as the second born. There was a moment of hesitance, confusion, terror, all these different emotions he had not felt before, and then came the screaming and the fight for survival began. He barreled his way towards the emanating heat source, simply knowing that he was hungry, and that very source had the heat would satisfy the emptiness in his stomach; clambering over more confusing blobs. There really was nothing special about the boy at birth. For now, he would remain a blob of fat with a temper, gnawing on what he could where he could. There was no sign that he would become what he was destined to be while he eventually passed out at the side of his mother, not yet at least.