The Story of Dhanvanthri

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The Birth of Dhanvanthri

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Dhanvanthri de Alger Obelia, the only living Prince of the Obelia Empire, had memories of another life. When he was born, he saw the beautiful face of his mother who whispered words of love on her final breath before finally returning to her maker's embrace.

And yet he, who was born, couldn't help but fix his eyes on the other bundle of blond. Another child, a baby beside him, someone who was his twin sister named Athanasia. He knew not of the meaning nor did he know of his own, but all Dhanvanthri cared for was that this was his sister. He had known her for lesser than a few minutes but he would give everything to protect her.

And then that bastard came, blood dripping from his sword and staining his white robes as he stepped into the room. Dhanvanthri and his sister were clutched tightly in the embrace of a maid named Lilian York, three of them humbly looking up at the man with differing gazes of fear.

Dhanvanthri knew of this man, call it instinct or something, but he knew without a doubt of this man's identity: Their father.

"Your Majesty, I beg of you, please. Let me take care of them, give them a chance to live, Your Majesty," Lilian York begged, oh she begged with her life and her voice hoarse with desperation. Dhanvanthri clutched her clothes as tightly as one could as a toddler while looking up at his father.

"What are their names?"

Lilian York froze. "The Lady, the Lady named the Princess Athanasia."

"Ha!" His father laughed, "Athanasia? Was she born first?"

"No, she was born second," Lilian gulped.

"Oh? And then the firstborn, what is the name of the firstborn child?" His father demanded, sword dangerously close to them. Lilian York was trembling, she was practically vomiting out fear with all her body and yet she bravely held them close to her.

"Dh... Dhanvanthri."

"That wrench," Claude snarled. "She had the nerve to be this insolent, naming her son God of Immortality."

Dhanvanthri stared at his father, a mad man dripping in blood, with two knights by his side. One with flaming red hair and the other too blurry for him to see. His father walked closer, sword scraping the ground like an uncivilised bastard he was before stopping before them.

"The boy is awake," his father commented. "Lift him up for me to see."

"Your Majesty!" Lilian clutched him tighter.

"I said, lift him up for me to see."

Dhanvanthri was slowly raised and held before his father, he met his father's eyes and was momentarily shocked at the unscientific looking eyes. His father had blue eyes, but it wasn't a normal type of blue, it was as if jewelled found its way into his eyes.

"Ha," His father laughed. "Dhanvanthri, is it? Dhanvanthri and Athanasia, let's see if you'll live up to your name. Let's go."

Pathetic bastard. Dhanvanthri thought before turning away, burying his face into Lilian who was covered in swear and fear. She still showed a smile to him, gently touching his face and holding his sister.

"It's okay, Your Highness," Lilian soothed him. "I'll take care of you and your sister, don't worry. I'll be here for you."

Dhanvanthri gazed nonchalantly at the corpse of his birth mother then looked back at Lilian and his sister. He wanted to give her a pat of comfort at least, but alas, he was a child. With no strength and dwindling consciousness, Dhanvanthri already felt exhausted beyond measure.