Something Immortal

70: Birth of Destiny

[TW: This part contains content that some might find disturbing, reader's discretion is advised]

Vast. Barren. No signs of life.

The enchanting Aurora, the sun, sank behind the distance and the unbearable heat soon gave way to an unbearable cold. The Queen's bare feet glided down from her realm, striding down onto the dry earth. Her long wavy hair was flowing behind her back as she watched. Solemn. Weary. Yet Determined.

In front of her, were two identical faces. One was a man. Another was a woman. In their arms was a shiny, little thing with golden hues of flames surrounding the tiny body. Thrilled, Aurora swiftly approached the pair, gazing down, the woman moved the cloth so she could take a good look at the face of this newborn.

The Phoenix...

A true gold aura, a mark of someone who has a deep connection to their purpose on any planes he created. "So beautiful," she spoke, "This immortal would contract duties that are selfless and kind."

"My gratitude, Queen Aurora..." the woman in front bowed her head low.

The Queen turned to her, touching her chin so their gazes met. " Princess Phoebe...Empress of the Dusk. This gift you had given this universe would be felt by all the Immortal Lords of Oblivion."

Phoebe, the goddess of the twilight, was youthful and pretty, with big soulful eyes in varying colors like a thousand gemstones. Her hair was as white as the snow, her skin was fair and dewy. She turned her head to the side to gaze at a tall, young lad, with raven locks and a handsomeness that was almost feminine to a point. They were the perfect couple.

Suddenly, they noticed a dark figure in a tattered armored robe standing a few meters away. They all turned to look at him, the quarter of his chiseled face was covered with an intricate mask. He didn't move nor react, remaining completely still. After a few moments, he slowly turned around and disappeared into an empty space...

Seeing this, Phoebe was uneasy and asked, "Pray tell us, my lady, if our child is enough."

Aurora's hazel orbs glanced back at her and spoke with certainty. "He is more than enough," she smiled, glancing at the child, "They would suit each other perfectly..."

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Phaibun glanced from one person to another. The moment of incredulity left him momentarily immobilized but soon the doubts turned into an amusement. All the plotting, the careful influence, and the loyalty he had gathered were crushed by the existence of the unborn.

He laughed soundly yet the danger his aura was emitting was not missed by either Kali or Som.

Now that he knew of Som's condition, Kali understandably moved in front and pulled the other man behind him. But Som, who was stunned at first, gave him a glower and switched their position. Kali pulled him to the side this time and Som groaned in frustration and impatience when the hold on his wrist tightened.

"Kali!" He had finally snapped.

"Stay behind me," The Dragon Prince implored.

"I don't want to be behind you, I want to be beside you. I can fight!"

"I don't want you hurt---"

An explosion on the far north caught their attention, they briefly looked before gazing at each other once more. Phaibun was nonchalant and slowly grinned...

However, Som decided to charge ahead and move. He moves like a blur! It was clear that his speed was amplified and almost matched that of the Draconian line, a feat impossible for a Druid like him. Yet it only proves that their child was lending him this skill. Kali, who was shocked at what he did, reasonably cursed and ran after him, "Damn it, Som!"