What should I call you Mate

Unknown P. O. V The eye of the king of kings Born from the reason of werewolf origin Must be lost to be found Two souls must be bound If not hidden, the eye will be stolen To the evil, powers will be given Which will cause this world fallen By the deaths of all the Lycans. Even after protected, and accepted Both will bring destruction and it is fated But another chance will be given As a new beginning might be written Cause the next prophecy is still hidden. I must remember the prophecy, I have to at any cost. At least until I complete my given task. I can not afford to forget it. So I am singing it again and again and again, as it is also giving me the strength to hold on a little longer. No one will ever forget what happened today, but also no one will ever know what really happened today. The truth. And it will be forgotten along with me, as I will eventually forget everything even if I don't want to. Because this stupid spell will eventually make me forget, will make me insane. Yes, I am cursed. Because I did something bad to prevent the worst. It is the fate that no one can change. Now my only concern is to fight the storm, the raging nature, the lightning to protect 'the eye', the future of this supernatural world, the future of the Lycans, this child. Who would have ever thought that a baby had to face all these evil and negative world, that someone would want to kill the baby who is just born to this world, a very new and innocent soul yet to see the world but have to struggle for its survival just after being born. "Perhaps it is your fate to fight from the birth and that's why you have to be strong, little one." As it is also my fate to know everything yet unable to help as I will know nothing in the coming future. I must sing. I must sing. I must keep on moving. Until I get you to the place where you should be. I must sing.