Bastard Son of an Alpha King
I love you so much Ivar, and there is nothing that you will ever do to make me angry," she said.
After some minutes of pure emotional display, we broke off the hug, while wiping our tears and sniffing our noses.
I watched my mother go to her room where she brought out a very old-looking native pot. She set it down on a table and opened it. She brought out some black baby hair and a white cloth stained with what I assume is blood.
"Ivar, I, your mother today release you from every enchantment, curse, or spell, by my, doing or any other person under the planet or anywhere in the world, be it living or dead, you are free to be who you were born to be. Ivar Owens, first of his kind, First son of