Aether Chronicles: Birth Of A Legend

''Selica! Brant!'' the woman called cheerfully. ''There you are!''

''Mama! Big brother Torren!'' the boy shot up, waving, while his sister scrambled to her feet, practically bouncing. Raegar stood, brushing clover from his pants, offering a polite nod to the adults. ''

''Rae, this is my mama, Naamah, and my eldest brother, Torren,'' Selene said, her smile shy but proud. ''Mama, this is Raegar Blackwood.''

Naamah's eyes sparkled as she sized him up. ''So, you're the one who's got our Selene all flustered,'' she teased, while Torren chuckled, clapping his shoulder warmly.

Before he could respond, Selica pointed at him and blurted. ''Raegar said he wants three babies with Selene! Three Mama! And they'd all look different, like a rainbow!''

The garden fell silent as the Demoness's red cheeks darkened to a deep crimson, her pointy ears twitching as she buried her face in her hands. Raegar's pale face flushed. ''Selica!'' he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck furiously.

Naamah threw her head back, her laughter bright and melodic, while Torren roared with amusement, slapping his knee. ''Three, huh?'' he managed between chuckles. ''Ambitious!''

Selene peeked through her fingers, shooting Selica a mock glare. ''You little imp!'' she groaned, but a giggle slipped out, betraying her embarrassment.

Selica grinned, while Brant doubled over, laughing. Raegar, still red-faced, caught Selene's eye and gave a sheepish shrug. ''Kids, right?'' he mumbled.

Just then, Torren moved forward and grabbed him by the collar, shocking everyone. Naamah was going to react but he stopped them while sending the young man's power which was Tier Eight.

Clad in the gleaming armor of the city guard, the young man was protective of Selene. which he understood and wouldn't hold it against him. A knowing smile appeared as he thought. 'I wonder if Isabella or Lyra would be the same?'.

''What are your intentions with my little sister?'' Torren demanded. ''Not going to hurt her, are you?''

Selene surged forward, but Raegar's next words halted her. ''To marry her.''

Her cheeks turned a dark red. Naamah pressed a hand to her mouth, barely containing a delighted chuckle. Torren released his collar, shaking his head, a warm grin breaking across his face. ''Honest and bold. I respect that. You've got my blessing, little brother.''

Just then, Selene's mother Naamah stepped forward and looked at him, her narrowed eyes as she spoke to her children. ''Leave us alone, I want to talk to the Vaelthorne boy.''

Raegar's eyes widened as the older woman laughed as she revealed. ''You think I wouldn't know who the Duke's grandson is, boy? I know your grandmother, we fought in the same tournament years ago and became friends.''

''Small world, isn't it?'' Raegar murmured, a wry smile tugging at his scarred lips. ''Grandmother's under a Devil's curse, but I've found someone who can break it.''

Naamah's eyes sparkled, her warm hand gently lifting his chin to meet her gaze. ''Elysia can mend those scars of yours,'' she said softly. ''But promise me one thing, will you?''

He gave a nod, his eyes steady. The older woman's tone grew earnest, though her smile remained kind. ''I know there are others in your heart, the Demi-Human, Vampire, Half-Elf, and Dark Fairy. But tell me, will my Selene always have a place beside you?''

A flicker of intensity crossed Raegar's face, his aura flaring briefly, a ripple of raw power that made the air hum. He didn't take kindly to his loyalty being questioned, but his expression softened as he thought of the gorgeous Demoness.

''Naamah,'' he said, his voice firm, ''Selene's not just special, she's unforgettable. From the moment we met, her fire, her spirit, that feisty spark of hers lit something in me. No one could ever take her place.''

Raegar chuckled as he finished. ''Unfortunately, it's too late to get rid of her, she's carved her name in my life.''

Naamah's giggle rang out, bright and teasing, as she leaned closer, her eyes twinkling. ''As passionate as Griffin, but with a playboy's charm to boot,'' she quipped.

His cheeks flushed a vivid crimson, but before he could muster a retort, Naamah rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and grounding. ''Thank you for your honesty,'' she said, her tone softening to sincerity. ''But there's a favor I need. Would you be a dear and lend me a hand?''

''Always,'' Raegar replied, his grin returning, bold and eager. ''What's the trouble?''

''My older brother was meant to reach Brightwater last night, but he hasn't,'' she revealed. ''Would you be able to go look?''

Raegar nodded in agreement before looking at the shop roof. While doing that, Selene joined them and curiously questioned. ''Are you going to look for Uncle Marv Rae?''

''Yes,'' he responded.

The Demoness looked at her mother and declared. ''I'm going!''

Naamah giggled but nodded. ''Go for it, my little light. I know this one cares about you and won't let anything happen to you.''

Once Raegar tightened his cloak, he questioned. ''Where was he coming from?''

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Following that, he scooped Selene into a princess carry as Wind Aether appeared around his feet before shooting into the sky and landing on the roof. Just then, he rushed across the rooftops thanks to his energy.

The Demoness giggled excitedly, but moments later, a voice rang out. ''Boy! Get down here right now!''

Raegar's sharp eyes swept the bustling street, catching the unmistakable glint of Dawnfirian armor under the blazing noon sun. A squad of guards, their crimson cloaks billowing and spears held high, marched in tight formation.

He vaulted from the roof where he'd been, his boots hitting the cobblestones with a thud that sent a faint puff of dust swirling around him as he let the Demoness down as she wanted to run alongside him.

The impact barely registered, his stance steady as he squared his shoulders and strode toward the guards. The crowd parted, merchants and passersby casting curious glances, their murmurs fading into a tense hush.

Selene, still in his arms, raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her knowing smile hinting at confidence in his ability to handle whatever came next. Raegar stopped a few paces from the lead guard and tilted his head, his tone calm but carrying an edge of authority honed by countless battles. ''Alright, let's hear it. What's gone wrong this time?''

''You're not allowed to use Aether over the city,'' the man revealed.

He started laughing before answering. ''Oh, City Lord Wentworth said I could if it was an emergency and the Bloodrose Family has a missing member and we're going to find him.''

When the guard commander heard this, a scowl appeared, but one of the soldiers looked at him properly. The woman's eyes widened in shock as she warned the leader. ''Commander, this is the Ghost. The City Lord already told us to leave him be.''

Raegar gave the Dawnfirian guards a curt nod, his eyes narrowing as he assessed their rigid postures. Without a word, he summoned a surge of Wind Aether, the air around him crackling.

Moments later, he launched skyward, the gust propelling him in a graceful arc above the bustling market. His cloak snapped behind him like a banner as he soared, the crowd below gasping and pointing at the spectacle.

He landed atop a tiled rooftop, the impact sending a sharp jolt through his legs that made him wince and grunt, his scars tightening briefly from the strain. Selene, who had been watching from the street, snapped her head up at the sound.

Her pointed ears twitched, and her concerned-filled eyes widened. In a heartbeat, she channeled her own Aether, a flicker of fiery energy coiling around her as she bounded up to the roof.

Landing lightly beside him, she placed a hand on his arm, her touch warm and steady. ''Rae, are you alright?'' she asked, her brow furrowing as she scanned his face for signs of pain.

Raegar caught his breath, flashing her a reassuring grin despite the lingering ache in his joints. ''Just a rough landing,'' he teased, his tone light but his eyes warm. ''Takes more than a jolt to slow me down.''

Selene's concerned expression softened, but her grip on his arm tightened briefly, a silent promise that she'd be watching him closely. He shot the Demoness a mischievous grin, his scars catching the light, and without a word, he summoned a pulse of Wind Aether.

The air shimmered around him, lifting his cloak as he leaped to the next rooftop, landing with a controlled thud. She followed, her Aether flaring briefly, propelling her in an arc to land beside him.

They moved in sync, darting across the rooftops. Raegar's steps were bold, each leap powered by gusts of wind that sent loose tiles clattering, while Selene danced between chimneys, her movements fast, her agility making every jump look effortless.

The city sprawled beneath them, market stalls buzzing with vendors' calls, children chasing each other through narrow alleys, and the distant clang of Dawnfirian guards on patrol.