THE FATHER’S FIRST HOLD
Arden wrapped the tiny, wailing newborn in a soft linen cloth, checking him swiftly — breath strong, heartbeat steady, everything perfect.
Then she looked up at Elaris.
Her eyes softened.
Arden (gentle):
“Elaris… come here.”
He didn’t move at first.
He was frozen — like if he stepped forward, the world might break under the weight of what this meant.
Arden took a single step toward him.
Arden (quiet):
“He needs his father.”
That shattered him.
Elaris stumbled forward, hands trembling so violently he nearly dropped to his knees. Arden steadied his wrists, guiding them, easing the weight of the tiny bundle into his arms.
And then—
Elaris held his son.
A sound escaped him —
a broken, choked, utterly undone sob.
Elaris (whispering):
“Oh gods… oh—
you’re real…
you’re… you’re here…”
The baby’s crying softened at the warmth of his chest, small fingers curling instinctively around the fabric of Elaris’s tunic.
Elaris bent over him, forehead touching the top of the tiny head, shaking with emotion so raw it hurt to witness.
Elaris:
“I’m your father…
and I swear, little one…
I will protect you.
Always.
Always.”
His tears dripped onto the baby’s blanket — and the child hiccuped softly, as if accepting the vow.
Arden smiled.
Arden (soft):
“He already knows your voice.”
Elaris exhaled a trembling laugh — wiping his face with a sleeve he barely remembered he was wearing.
Then he turned toward Sereth.
? THE MOTHER’S FIRST HOLD
Sereth was propped up against pillows, sweat-soaked hair clinging to her cheeks, chest still heaving from the exhaustion of labour.
But her eyes — gods — her eyes were locked on the tiny shape in Elaris’s arms like gravity had shifted and dragged her very soul toward him.
Her voice cracked open as she spoke.
Sereth (barely audible):
“Elaris… bring him here.
Please.”
Elaris moved toward her like he was carrying starlight — terrified to jostle even a single breath.
He knelt beside her, lowering their son into her waiting arms.
And the moment Sereth touched him—
Her breath vanished.
She let out the softest, most heart-shattering sob of her life.
Sereth (whispering, broken):
“Hello, my little one…”
Her hands trembled as she traced the curve of his cheek with her thumb.
He blinked up at her — unfocused, new to light, new to everything — but quieted instantly, as if he knew this heartbeat.
This voice.
This warmth.
Sereth pressed her lips to his forehead.
Her tears wet his soft hair.
Sereth:
“My beautiful boy…
I love you…
so much…”
Elaris wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his head against hers, and together they cried — silently, joyfully, completely undone.
Sereth (voice cracking):
“He’s perfect.”
Elaris:
“So are you.”
She leaned into him, exhausted, radiant, overwhelmed.
Then a soft voice broke through.
Elyra.
? THE SISTER’S FIRST MEETING
She stood at the bedside, hands pressed to her chest, eyes swimming with tears she didn’t even try to hide.
Her voice trembled.
Elyra:
“Mum… Dad…
can—
can I meet him?”
Sereth’s smile wobbled, full of pure pride.
Sereth:
“Come here, little hawk.”
Elyra approached slowly, reverently, as if afraid she wasn’t worthy to stand this close to something so tiny, so new, so impossibly precious.
She leaned in.
Her breath caught.
Elyra (in wonder):
“He’s so… little.”
Sereth angled the baby toward her.
Sereth:
“He wants to meet his big sister.”
Elyra brought a shaking hand forward — pausing, unsure — until Sereth guided her fingers gently to the baby’s tiny fist.
The baby immediately curled his hand around Elyra’s finger.
Elyra gasped, a sob breaking loose.
Elyra:
“He—
he’s holding me…”
Elaris grinned through tears.
Elaris:
“He knows who you are.”
Elyra laughed — one tiny, breathless sound — then leaned down and pressed a trembling kiss to her brother’s forehead.
Elyra (whispering):
“Hi, little star.
I’m Elyra…
your sister.
And I promise—
I’ll protect you.
Always.”
Sereth reached up with her free hand and stroked Elyra’s hair, voice soft with love.
Sereth:
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“He’s lucky to have you.”
Elyra looked at both of them — her parents — and the little life they’d brought into the world.
And for the first time in her entire life—
She felt whole.
THE INTRODUCTIONS
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The birthing chamber was quiet now — the storm had passed.
The air still shimmered faintly with the remnants of lattice-light, like soft starlight clinging stubbornly to wooden beams. Arden finished her final blessings, whispering soft words over Sereth’s forehead before stepping aside.
Elaris sat beside the bed, utterly undone, cradling the newborn against his chest.
A tiny thing, wrapped in pale cloth, dark hair already forming the faintest curl.
Sereth lay propped up, exhausted but radiant, reaching to brush a fingertip down the child’s cheek.
Elyra sat in her wheelchair close beside them, trembling with emotion — still barefoot from earlier, one strap of her dress slightly crooked, tears silently rolling down her face.
And outside the door…
…footsteps.
…breathing.
…and the unmistakable sound of grown adventurers arguing in whispers.
Pancake’s voice hissing:
“ME FIRST. PANCAKE FIRST.”
Garruk whisper-yelling:
“You can’t even HOLD him, Pancake!”
Vex:
“Move, ogre-hips, if I don’t see that baby in the next two seconds I’ll combust.”
Laz:
“You combust every time someone pretty walks by.”
Kaer’s deep rumble:
“Shut up. All of you. We go in when told.”
Arden cracked the door.
Arden (smiling tiredly):
“…you may come in. One at a time.”
Five heads and two horns suddenly slammed into the doorway at once.
Arden:
“…ONE.
AT.
A.
TIME.”
The heads separated like guilty children.
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? 1. PANCAKE
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He bounded in immediately, ignoring the rules.
The cosmic weasel hopped onto Elyra’s lap, then slowly — reverently — onto the edge of Sereth’s bed.
He stared at the baby.
Big black eyes.
Little whiskers fluttering.
Silent.
Uncharacteristically still.
He placed a tiny paw on the baby’s forehead.
Pancake (softly, with awe):
“…I halp make him strong.
Little Vorn… hello.”
The baby blinked up at him.
Pancake burst into tears.
Pancake:
“I LOVE HIM.”
Sereth stroked his head.
Elaris laughed wetly.
Arden gently ushered Pancake out before he tried to “feed the baby doughnuts.”
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? 2. GARRUK IRONJAW
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Garruk entered like a man approaching a holy artifact.
He stood at the foot of the bed with both hands clasped behind his back, as though afraid to break the air around the child.
Garruk (voice rough):
“…he is… small.”
Elaris:
“He’s a newborn, Garruk.”
Garruk nodded solemnly.
Garruk:
“Can I…?”
Sereth smiled.
Elaris nodded.
Garruk slowly — SO slowly — took the baby, holding him with the gentleness of a feather resting on water.
His massive hands dwarfed the tiny life.
The baby yawned.
Garruk froze.
Garruk (whispering, panicked):
“…he made a noise—WHAT DO I DO—”
Sereth laughed.
Elyra giggled into her hands.
Elaris:
“That’s normal.”
Garruk exhaled the breath of a man who had survived battle with giants.
Garruk:
“He is perfect.”
He handed the baby back and left the room wiping his eyes discreetly…
…failing completely.
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? 3. BORIN’S EMPTY PLACE
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The next spot in line…
…was empty.
A hush fell.
Sereth squeezed Elaris’s hand.
Elyra looked down.
Arden whispered a blessing under her breath.
Elaris looked to the ceiling, voice trembling.
Elaris:
“He would have been proud.
He saved us all more than we ever thanked him for.”
The candle flames flickered —
warm, comforting.
As if acknowledging.
Then the next brave idiot entered.
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? 4. LAZ
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Laz swept in like a flamboyant breeze.
Laz:
“HELLO LITTLE BABY YOU DON’T KNOW ME YET BUT I AM FABULOUS.”
The baby blinked.
Laz gasped.
Laz:
“He KNOWS.”
He ran a finger over the baby’s tiny fist.
Laz:
“Tiny hands! LADIES beware — the Vorn charm begins EARLY.”
Sereth laughed so hard she had to clutch her stomach.
Elaris groaned.
Elyra snorted.
Laz winked and drifted out of the room, blowing kisses.
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? 5. VEX
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Vex slid in quietly.
Not dramatic.
Not loud.
For once.
She approached Sereth slowly, eyes already shimmering.
Vex (soft, voice cracking):
“…hi, little man.”
The baby blinked again.
Vex immediately burst into sobs.
Vex:
“I’M SORRY I JUST — HE’S SO SMALL AND ALIVE AND WE ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING AND —”
Sereth pulled her into a one-armed hug.
Elyra rolled her eyes affectionately.
Elaris chuckled.
Vex kissed the baby’s forehead, whispered “welcome home,” and slipped out wiping her cheeks.
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? 6. KAER
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Kaer entered like a knight attending a coronation.
Straight back, hands folded, stoic expression —
but warmth in his eyes.
He kneeled beside the bed.
Kaer:
“Ranger. Shepherd.
Congratulations.”
He leaned closer.
Kaer:
“Hello, little one. I am Kaer. I will protect you always.”
Elaris’s eyes misted.
Sereth covered her mouth.
Elyra whispered:
“…told you he was the soft one.”
Kaer cleared his throat, stood, and nodded before leaving with utter dignity.
Until he shut the door,
then from the hallway:
Kaer (quiet gasp):
“…oh gods he’s adorable.”
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? 7. ARDEN
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Arden didn’t enter so much as float in — serene, still radiating the holy glow of someone who just played midwife AND miracle worker.
She checked on Sereth, then Elyra, then the baby.
Arden (smiling deeply):
“He is healthy. Strong. His aura is bright.
He will grow fast… this one is touched by something old and kind.”
Elaris felt his throat close.
Sereth whispered:
“I know.”
Arden kissed the baby’s forehead — gentle, reverent — and moved aside.
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? 8. ELYRA
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Finally…
Elyra wheeled closer.
But she didn’t take the baby immediately.
She placed a hand on Sereth’s wrist first, steadying herself.
Elyra (voice trembling):
“Mum… Dad… he’s beautiful.”
Elaris gently placed the baby into her arms.
Elyra gasped.
She held him to her chest — carefully, perfectly —
her fingers trembling fiercely.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Elyra:
“Hello, little brother…”
The baby reached a hand toward her chin, tiny fingers brushing her skin.
Elyra sobbed openly.
Elaris put a hand on her shoulder.
Sereth stroked her daughter’s hair.
Elyra whispered:
“I promise… no matter what… I will protect you.”
The baby cooed, soft and warm.
And in that room —
after battles, after death, after fear, after broken lattice and shattered memories —
the Crimson Dice gathered around their newest member.
A circle of family.
A circle of love.
A circle born from pain, forged in fire, mended by devotion.
The baby slept peacefully in Elyra’s arms…
…and for the first time in too long,
everything felt right.
THE NAMING OF THEIR SON
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It was later that evening, long after the procession of the Crimson Dice had finally trickled away.
Candles flickered low.
The hearth crackled gently.
Rain whispered against the windows of the Aurelthane estate — soft, rhythmic, peaceful.
Elaris sat on the edge of the bed, his newborn son resting in the crook of his arm.
Sereth reclined against pillows, exhaustion still clinging to her but her eyes bright, alive.
Elyra sat curled in a chair beside them, knees pulled close, watching her new little brother with quiet awe and a smile that wouldn’t leave her face.
Arden had left them alone now.
It was finally just…
family.
Elaris looked up at Sereth.
Elaris (softly):
“He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.
We need… a name.”
Sereth exhaled slowly, brushing her fingertips across her son’s cheek.
Sereth:
“I’ve been thinking about that since the night we learned he existed.”
She reached for Elaris’s hand, lacing her fingers through his.
Sereth (voice gentle, trembling):
“I want his name to be something that speaks of what he is.
What he represents.”
Elyra leaned forward, curious but staying quiet.
She didn’t want to interrupt.
Sereth looked down at the infant —
the tiny chest rising and falling,
the slight curl of his dark hair,
the way his hand had curled around her finger only hours ago as though claiming her.
Sereth:
“He is light…
born from a night of terror, pain, and love.”
Her free hand smoothed over her bump — now empty — remembering.
Sereth continued:
“He protected me before he ever saw the world.
He saved Elyra.
He saved us.”
Elaris swallowed hard, emotion rising to the surface.
Sereth turned to him and whispered:
“Varno.”
Elaris’s breath caught.
Sereth:
“Elvish.
Protector.
Because that’s what he already is.
Our little protector.”
Elyra pressed a hand to her lips, her eyes welling instantly.
Because she remembered it —
that heartbeat of golden light that shielded her when she was falling apart.
When she was freezing.
When she would have died without him.
Elyra (broken whisper):
“…Varno.”
She smiled, radiant.
“It suits him.”
Elaris looked down at his son, voice thick with emotion.
Elaris:
“Varno Vorn.”
The baby stirred at the sound — almost as if acknowledging it.
Sereth laughed softly.
Elaris bent his forehead to his son’s, whispering:
Elaris:
“Welcome to the world, little one.”
He lifted Varno into Sereth’s waiting arms.
She cradled him close, breathing him in.
Sereth whispered the full name like a promise:
“Varno Elaris Vorn… our protector.”
Elyra wiped her eyes, smiling through tears.
Elyra:
“Hello, Varno.
I’m your sister…
and I’m never letting anything happen to you.”
Varno cooed — a tiny, soft sound — and the room melted.
Everything that had been broken…
Everything that had hurt…
Everything they had endured…
All of it felt small compared to this moment.
Their family was whole again.
Healing.
Growing.
For the first time in years —
they felt the world shift toward hope.
