Far away on a giant planet, hidden so deep not even the so-called gods could see it, there lay a secret clan 'Tenkai Orrion'. Within that clan stood a modest yet graceful house. And inside, in a quiet room filled with the scent of herbs and warm light, something special was happening.
A breathtaking woman lay on a silk-strewn bed, surrounded by wise and caring women. Her long, snow-white hair spilled like liquid frost across the pillows. Her eyes, pale and star-like, glowed softly green pupils shimmering in a sea of white. This was Elarinya. Her breath was ragged, her brow damp with sweat, as waves of pain rolled through her like ragging tides.
Then, the silence broke.
A loud, healthy cry echoed through the room a sharp wail of protest calling out resistance to the cold world outside the warmth of the womb.
"It's a boy, Elarinya," whispered an elderly woman, her voice soft as wind over sacred stone.
Elarinya, exhausted but radiant, smiled and held out her arms. "Let me hold him," she whispered, voice cracked but full of love.
Just outside the chamber, in a hallway thick with quiet tension, a tall man stood still. One arm was folded across his chest, one finger tapping rhythmically against his forearm indicating his uneasiness. Lord Drayelion, with his obsidian-black hair and crimson pupils glowing against white eyes, looked calm but beneath that calm, his heart thundered. His lean, sculpted frame spoke of years of training and discipline.
Beside him stood his two children.
On his right, his seven-year-old daughter clung to his hand. She had white hair like her mother and green eyes that gleamed with energy. Always moving, always intense this was Xentharya, wild and fierce.
On his left stood his ten-year-old son, calm and quiet. He resembled his father with dark hair and red eyes, but his presence was still and steady. That was Aokiran, gentle as the moon and deep as still water.
The door creaked open. A young woman stepped out and bowed.
"It's a boy, Lord Drayelion."
Drayelion exhaled, the tension leaving his shoulders. A smile slowly lit his face.
"A boy…" he murmured, then knelt to speak to his children. "It seems you have a little brother now Xena, Aoki."
Xentharya frowned slightly. "He sure was loud."
"That's because everything's new to him," Aokiran replied calmly. Then, with a soft grin, he added, "You were louder. The whole clan woke up that day."
"I was not!" she protested.
Drayelion chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Come on. Let's go meet him."
Together, the family stepped into the room.
Elarinya looked up as they entered, cradling the baby in her arms. Her smile was tired but warm. Drayelion walked over and gently kissed her forehead.
"You did amazing," he said softly.
"It's a boy," she murmured, brushing her finger along the baby's cheek.
Aokiran stepped beside the bed, quiet and observant. "He is sleeping so peacefully."
Elarinya reached out and gently ruffled his hair. "He knows his big brother is here."
Xentharya marched up beside them and peeked over. "He's so tiny," she said, though her voice held a tremble of wonder.
Drayelion smiled. "He'll grow fast. And with both of you around, he'll learn plenty. So be good elder sister and elder bother to him, yes?"
Both children nodded.
Elarinya looked down at her newborn again. "We need to name him."
The room fell quiet for a moment.
Then Xentharya spoke up, "Something strong. Like thunder"
Aokiran added, "And calm too. Like peace after rain."
Drayelion looked to his wife. Elarinya's eyes never left her child.
"Then let us name him... Azaryel," she whispered.
"Azaryel," Drayelion echoed her.
The baby stirred, blinking once eyes pale, vast, and endless as the skies beyond stars.
A name that held both fire and calm.
And thus a soul has born into a hidden clan to a beautiful family. Soul who had seen so much yet, now has wiped clean, a blank paper ready to be filled with vibrant colours of memory that this new journey would present him with.
Now once again starting
A new beginning.