The birth of Zal
Listen closely, my dear friends, as I weave a tale of wonder from the annals of ancient times.
Behold the mighty Sam, a warrior whose courage and loyalty were known throughout the land.
Undefeated on the battlefield, yet deep within his heart, he yearned for a child to inherit his kingdom and carry on his legacy.
Within the walls of his palace, a beauty resided, with cheeks as delicate as rose petals and hair as dark and alluring as musk.
It was with her that Sam wished to have a child.
Soon enough, a child was born, a child whose face rivaled the radiance of the sun itself, but whose hair was as white as freshly fallen snow.
For a week, whispers filled the halls, yet no one dared to inform the mighty warrior of his son's elder-like visage.
They believed was a sign of old age. They feared Sam's reaction to this extraordinary twist of fate, and so they kept the news concealed.
After a week, a nurse, brave as a lioness, stepped forward and entered Sam's chambers.
With a voice filled with reverence, she declared, "May this day be blessed for you, Sam the Brave.
Behind the curtain lies a pure son, born of your beautiful beloved. His body is like silver, his face akin to paradise, and not a single unseemly feature can be found upon him.
Yet, his hair is as white as a gazelle's coat, a mark of his unique destiny."