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The Messanger of God is born. 

Malakai entered the new world with a cry and shock. There was warmth around him, of his mother and father and siblings yet, not so much as within the confines of the womb. The sounds were no longer muffled, but loud to his tiny, cupped ears.The scents is what stirred him most- made of salt, lavender, birth, blood and milk. 

Malakai seeks, for at his side is no longer the brother which he had pressed his weight into all this time. Finally, in the wobbling and as he is set to his mother's belly, alas the twins are renewed. A grumble on his lips of satisfaction, his brother at his side, where he belonged.