In another world, three people were flying across the sky.
"Hey, hubby," the woman said, catching the man's hand midair. "I'm so happy. Look, I bought these things for our little baby."
"Relax, wifey," he replied gently, holding her hand as he continued, "We've been traveling from the past six months across many countries, and there are only two months left before our baby is born." As she heard his words, the smile on her face slowly began to fade. Noticing this, he added softly, "I know you want our child to see the whole world while growing within you, but there are only two months remaining. And you also know that if you keep pushing yourself like this, the baby's life growth could get affected."
By now, her smile had disappeared, she made a long face suddenly she spoke firmly, "No, you do not have to worry I am taking proper care of myself and will also take care of our baby."
"I know you will," he replied calmly. "I trust you completely. I just want both you and our child to be safe. There will be plenty of time in the future to travel with our child when he or she grows up."
Her face instantly turned angry. "Hey! What do you mean by 'he or she'? The child is definitely a boy not a girl i can feel him". and while talking she was moving her hand gently on her stomach."
Seeing his wife behave so cutely, almost like a small Baby, a smile appeared on the husband's face. However, he quickly forced it to fade and spoke gently, "Ok ok whatever you say, He will definitely be a boy. But to keep him safe and give him proper rest, we should return home. Don't you think so?"
He continued softly, "He must be tired too, traveling like this for six long months. Please try to understand. And don't you think that in two months, we should start decorating everything properly for his arrival?"
"Oh yes," she replied immediately. "Let's head toward home."
"Alright, alright, relax," the husband said softly as he gently caught his wife's hand to steady her midair. He then turned to the young girl flying beside them and asked for the map.
They have been travelling across the world . They are the husband, the wife, and the third person, who was the wife's disciple.
The man turned toward his wife's disciple, who was flying a short distance behind them. His voice was calm and firm. "If you wish to stay in this place for some time, you may remain here and gain experience on your own. For now, I will take her back home. It is safer that way."
The disciple shook her head immediately. "No. "I will follow Master, Wherever the Master goes, I will go."
The husband studied her for a moment, then gave a slight nod. Seeing that there is no hesitation in her eyes and she had already made her choice to come with them.
"Very well," he said. "Then we leave together."
They adjusted their direction midair. The husband unfolded the floating map and traced a path with his finger. "There is a shortcut from here. If we take this route, we can reach home within fifteen days." His wife hummed softly in agreement. Having made some plan for the journey forward they set their course .
As they continued flying, cutting through drifting clouds, the environment slowly began to change. The wind started becoming heavier. The air felt charged. Far ahead, dark clouds were beginning to gather in unnatural spirals. The husband's expression sharpened.
"There's something wrong ahead," he muttered. "The weather is shifting too quickly. A storm may form." His wife glanced forward, but her eyes were distant. "Let's continue," she said softly.
"No," he replied immediately. "We should change the route. It's not safe." But she shook her head stubbornly. "I want to take this path. I want to reach home as soon as possible. I want to Decorate our home for baby's arrival."
Her tone was gentle, but there was determination beneath it. She was from a Powerful family, raised in warmth and discipline. Her behaviour was always soft, always straightforward but once she decided something, she would not easily bend.
"If we change routes now, we'll lose days," she insisted. The husband sighed. "If we don't change the route, the storm may cost us more than time." She folded her arms lightly, refusing to look away from the darkening horizon.
"If you want to take another route, you may," she said quietly. "But I am going this way." He closed his eyes briefly. He knew that look. Once she became stubborn, there was no arguing with her.
"Fine," he said at last. "We'll continue the way you want." The disciple followed silently as they pushed forward.
The storm intensified with frightening speed. The sky was not merely dark, it was violent.
The thunder was loud. The wind was very strong. Three people kept flying through the storm. Suddenly wife started having problem while flying she started grasping for the air, husband sharp senses caught the situation his wife was in, he stopped mildly and asked her "Hey Wifey, are you alright?" She replied "No- My stomach its started to hurt" saying this took her entire strength she nearly fall.
Her husband caught her instantly, bearing her weight before she could fall to the ground.
"Not now…" he whispered, his low voice trembling with a worry, the face he was making like that no enemy had ever managed to draw from him. He knew that the baby is coming. Seeing the nearby environment husband stretched his senses all around him in order to find a place to land, only in seconds he got the place to land. There started flying towards to place and landed slowing.
Under normal circumstances, distance was an illusion to them. They could fly, crossing the sky to reach a grand city with elite healers in minutes. But the storm was different from the usual storm they encounter if it was normal, flying straight would have suffice. They can handle this storm also but the environmental mana moved in chaotic, dangerous crosscurrents. One miscalculation, one slip in concentration, and they would be dragged into the void due the mana disturbance.
After landing disciple stepped closer, her voice shaking as she fought to be heard over the gale. "Master… if we try to push forward in this storm, the strain of the labor and traveling through this wilderness could cause severe internal injuries. There is a high risk of a miscarriage."
Hearing this husband tightened his jaw until his teeth grind together. He had fought beasts that could shatter mountains and stood unmoved before massive armies, but right now, looking at his wife's pale face, a cold, unfamiliar fear took root inside him. "Find the nearest village," he ordered, his voice cutting through the thunder. "Right now." Without hesitation she vanished into the storm like a streak of blurred light. Seeing the disciple going away husband turned towards his wife and thought 'Only if she was in good condition for one more day everything would have been good.'
Two minutes later, she flew towards them rain dripping heavily from her cloak. Her face was pale, but her eyes held a sliver of hope.
"There is a village nearby called Drona," she reported quickly. "It has a small hospital."
Hearing this Husband decided they had no other choice and started their journey toward the village
Drona Village
They reached the outskirts of Drona Village when the storm was at its peak.
Rain poured down like a falling ocean. Trees bent dangerously under the wind's assault.
The hospital was small, like any village hospital. It looked tiny in the big storm. Inside, the lights flickered through the windows. Even though it is not the best but it was their only hope. The husband lifted his wife into his arms and carried her inside. He ignored the heavily rain soaked clothes, and the stunned, looks of the patients and staff.
Seeing the strangers, who are clearly not from this village but seeing the women with swollen belly, nurses began shouting orders, the atmosphere of the hospital shattered by the urgency of the situation. They scrambled into motion, declaring that the birth had to begin immediately.
Nurse guided them to a nearby empty room, there husband laid his wife gently on the bed, his hand lingering over hers for a fraction of a second, squeezing tight. Then, the nurses pushed him toward the exit.
The door clicked shut.
Soon, the screams started.
They were not normal screams. They were loud and agonizing. Each cry felt like a jagged blade carving directly into the husband's heart.
His hands shook as he stood in the empty, flickering hallway.
"Please… be safe," he whispered into the empty air.
He slowly raised his trembling hand. The trembling stopped. His face changed, the fear vanishing behind a mask of absolute, unyielding authority. He looked calm, and terrifyingly strong. He slowly started to exit the hospital, he whispered "Aku." Everything stopped for a fraction of a second. Even the raging storm outside seemed to falter, intimidated by the word. Something emerged from the empty space behind him.
Aku appeared.
He was an ancient dragon, a being not born in this world. His mere presence made the air unbearably heavy. The atmosphere smelled suddenly of ozone and the dust of dead stars.
Aku was impossibly old, older than human cities they had explored. His power was so vast that simply keeping it contained within this small building was a struggle even for him. Golden, abyssal eyes looked down at the man, waiting in silence.
"Aku," the husband said, his voice steady. "I am getting the bad filling for some reason, so I order you Protect that portal, and under any circumstances you are not allowed to come forward in front of my child,, until he get strong enough, I want you to protect him from any harm. This child will be your future master."
Aku slowly lowered his massive, scaled head to show he understood the pact.
"But do not show yourself," the husband added strictly. "Stay hidden. Watch from the shadows. And make sure to appear when he is strong enough to bear it."
Aku did not answer with words. He didn't need to. He simply faded away, melting quietly back into the nothingness to fulfil his timeless order.
The screams from the room continued for what felt like an eternity.
Then, they stopped.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the outside of room, far heavier than the storm outside. The door opened with a soft creak. A nurse stepped out, wiping her brow, looking exhausted but calm.
"You can go in now, and congratulation Both wife and baby is safe" she said.
Hearing the reply husband rushed inside, his heart in his throat.
On the bed, wrapped in white cloth, lay a baby boy. seeing his complexion he looks healthy, showing the sign of strength returning on her face.
A single Tear finally broke through the man's stoic eyes. He turned to his wife, who looked somewhat tired but gave him a weak smile, and he held her close, drowning in a wave of profound relief.
But at that exact moment, a single drop of golden blood slipped from the edge of the bed.
When it touched the stone floor space broke open.
A dimensional gate tore itself into existence right in the middle of the small room. A terrifying, crushing gravitational pull erupted, dragging everything toward the gate.
The husband and wife were pulled immediately, their bodies lifted off the floor.
"No! I knew this would happen." the man roared, his voice echoing with raw power.
He flared his mana, trying desperately to hold on, to fight the abyssal pull of the void.
It was not enough. The tear in space was absolute.
In the last ticking second, he looked at his child resting on the edge of the collapsing bed. He made the only choice a father could make.
With every ounce of his remaining strength, he hurled the baby away from the gate, tossing the bundle safely into the far corner of the room.
"LIVE!" he shouted.
The gate slammed shut with a concussive boom.
They were gone.
The room became still, the only sound the faint, confused cries of the newborn.
The disciple ran into the room a second later, her weapon drawn and blazing with energy. "MASTER—!"
But nothing was left. No sign of them. No trace of mana. Only the strange, distorted air where the only two people she knew had stood moments ago.
She dropped her weapon, falling to her knees as a broken sob tore from her throat. She cried until she heard the whimpering. She looked up and saw the baby.
He had suffered a small injury from the force of being thrown. His heart beat frantically, and his body shook from the sudden, biting cold of the room.
She crawled over, picking him up with trembling, careful hands, holding him close to her chest to share her warmth. She looked around the empty room through her tears.
Only three things remained of her masters: A black pendant. A ring. And a small leather wallet.
"I will protect him," the disciple whispered into the silence, rocking the child. "No matter what it takes."
Outside, thunder sounded again, mourning the loss.
And far away in secluded environment, an dragon opened his golden eyes. He watched. And he waited for the day his master would rise.