In the far land, there was a kingdom, where the king and queen were blessed with a son. He was supposed to inherit the throne as their first born, yet he was born blind.
The king and queen prayed to gods, any god to help their son, since there was no way for a king who was blind to have a bright future. He wouldn't be able to rule the whole kingdom. There was no way he was fit to be the king and if that happened, they needed to forget about this child.
The queen cried when she heard that her son would be abandoned because of that. They said it was a curse to have a disabled baby like this.
And then after a long night of crying and praying, there was one god that heard their prayers and came to them one night.
He looked so young, with dimples on both of his cheeks, he didn't look like a god, but just a young, carefree spirit. Furthermore, they would have never thought he would be one of the gods of disaster.