01-09-1989

Belfast City Hospital

Nurse Wren took the newborn Fowl to a waiting incubator.

"You have lovely eyes," She said soothingly to the newborn.

Baby Artemis simply looked at her with an odd expression, she could've sworn it was... no couldn't have been.

Nurse Wren placed the Baby Artemis in the incubator, ready to return to her duties but a something caught her eye.

In a mirror at the end of the ward, she could've sworn she saw something in that mirror. An image.

Inside a bubble of swirling colour two figures were standing: a human and something that could only be described as humanoid.

The human was male, young, fifteen maybe. He was wearing what looked like a suit.

His companion was much stranger looking. Strange scales, no clothing to speak of but many strange markings adorned his skin. If it was a 'him'. The word 'demon' came to mind.

The image lasted no longer than a fraction of a second and the nurse soon forgot about it. Little did she know that that image was stored in her subconscious and led her to start writing, her poems and stories and now very famous, not only in Ireland but in many countries world-wide.