The boy was born, after so much trouble in the pregnancy, it had to be a boy. Already two girls, but now a boy. She lifted the baby and closely looked into its eyes, not yet adjusted to the absence of light, they were odd, one eye was blue and the second green, unnatural color for drow eyes.

While she was debating about killing the child or not, the color shifted, they became red, the baby's eyes adjusting into the infrared spectrum. So the new born wasn't blind, nor impaired, only odd. Still he would make a good mage to her small family.

The matron-mother turned toward her eldest daughter and handed her the new born.

"Take care of him, teach him to be a good son, to become a good mage. At any other oddity kill him. Having unmatched eyes and of such color will be enough trouble for us," she said coldly.

He wasn't really old when he understood that he was different. His sister would beat him up just so he could understand his place in this society, but her word rang empty to him. Why would he have to bow before them? Just because their goddess preferred female? Where would there city go without male? How would they conceive children, then?

But knowing that even if he was a male he still deserved to live wasn't the problem. Every male of the city had the same thought sooner or later, he knew he was different because no matter how much she hurted him, he still loved her. She was his sister, and she was, in a sense, taking car of him. All other male he had met felt hatred or in the least resentment over the mistreatment.

All other he talked with spoke only of revenge and treason. How they could gain more power by slaying their own kin, but he only wanted to make his sister and mother proud, to make them happy.

As a first male born he was to be sent to Sorcere, to learn the use of arcane power, his only focus from there had been to make sure his nimble finger were never injured in the beating his sister imposed on him on regular basis.

With these two hands he could make them proud, he could become an asset to their small house, forty-second house of Menzoberranzan. If he could just become an excellent wizard, since it seemed he couldn't become a good drow.