In room, the air hummed with anticipation as the gentle moans of childbirth mingled with the joyful chortles of a newborn, The boy who born with laughter ..... heralding the arrival of their precious son. "Oh, look how cute he is!" one voice exclaimed, the warmth of maternal affection evident in the soft cooing that followed.
Days passed, and amidst the challenges of recovery post-Caesarean, the baby's first attempts at speech filled the room with laughter: "Par...rpa..." he murmured, igniting both pride and playful rivalry in his father, who sighed, "At least he tried." Tender interaction interwove with thoughtful discussions of his name—pondering the echoes of laughter that accompanied his birth.
Under the star-speckled sky one hushed night, as the child gazed up with wonder, the parents shared theories about his twinkling eyes, each reflection pulsing with the profundity of newfound familial love.
Finally, after contemplative silence, the name "Acetash" emerged, a perfect symbiosis of their hopes and dreams, sealing a chapter in their lives with a promise of joy and warmth in the journey ahead.
In the twilight of the 13th century, two weary parents embarked on a pilgrimage to seek the wisdom of a legendary oracle, a old man cloaked in ominous black whose very presence evoked a dread that sent shivers through the souls of all who dared approach him.
The old man, with his spectral demeanor and shadowy aura potent enough to make the mightiest of beings tremble, conducted a series of harrowing tests upon their young son.
After what felt like an eternity under the weight of his probing gaze, he uttered the chilling prophecy that would haunt their hearts: "He has no future."and disappear .
As his chilling words echoed ominously in the air, he turned away, leaving them to grapple with despair as they made their way back to the mountains they called home.
In the dim light of the setting sun, the father, restless and consumed by uncertainty, found his resolve hardening with each passing moment. Doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind, taunting him with the notion that the old man's prophecy was a mere shadow of truth, perhaps distorted by the weight of the moment. Fueled by a desperate need for certainty about his child's future, he set forth once more on the arduous journey back to the foreboding dwelling of the oracle.
The path was frought with jagged rocks and dense underbrush, yet he pressed on, propelled by an urgency that felt both primal and deeply rooted in paternal instinct.
As he climbed the familiar terrain leading to the wise man's dwelling, he could feel the chill of the air permeating his very bones, a stark reminder of the darkness that surrounded the old man's enigmatic existence.
Upon arriving, his heart raced, a storm of emotions swirling within him as he stood at the threshold of the decrepit abode, hesitant yet determined.
With a deep breath, he entered, feeling as though he were crossing into another realm, one where the boundaries of fate were drawn in stark relief.
The old man, with his penetrating gaze that seemed to pierce the very essence of one's soul, awaited him, shadows flickering ominously around him.
"You return," the oracle intoned, his voice a chilling whisper that barely stirred the silence.
"I seek the truth," the father implored, desperation lacing his words. "Tell me—what is the true fate of my child?" The old man scrutinized him,And old man said: "What are you hiding from me young man? and become silent "after a while Dad speaks ... For while old man silence stretching into eternity as if weighing the very fabric of destiny before him and suddenly said .This boy is different from all I ever sew . completely different from what I ever seen during this limited years of my life . Take care of him as much as you can. I felt the difference just now.
/ He examine the children completely /
Finally, as if releasing the burden of a great secret, he spoke, his voice cold yet mesmerizing, unraveling the knots of prophecy interwoven with fate: "The path for your child is fraught with trials.
Only through of Unknown may he find the truth."
What do you mean? Is there something that we should be careful of ? Great Mage?
Oldman : the Stars and cosmos shows the path ... If he survive .. Everything in this world will be changed forever... Protect him until he reach the six years old and come back .
The father stood transfixed, grappling with the implications of the oracle's proclamation, his heart heavy with both dread and hope. At that moment, he realized that the future was not merely a destination, but a journey—a tumultuous voyage molded by choices, challenges, and resilience.
Armed with this newfound clarity, he bowed his head in gratitude, understanding now that, no matter the trials that lay ahead, he and his son would face them together.
As he exited the threshold, a sense of purpose steadied his heart: the fate of his child was theirs to forge, one brave step at a time.
Upon their return, the child—no more than five years old—busied himself With playing With his selfmade toys ... his mother dry the dishes, oblivious to the weighty burdens of fate that loomed above him.
In the afternoon light, the father, filled with misguided zeal, proposed, "Shall we farm together? Come with me for work.
" But the mother's indignation burst forth, fury etched across her features as she retorted, "Are you mad? He's just a child!" Her eyes seethed with a protectiveness born of love.
The father, struck by her intensity, averted his gaze, regret flooding his demeanor.
"I… I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he lowered his head in shame. "I only wished to make him strong."
"Your intentions do not justify this folly," she replied, her tone softening somewhat.
"Let him play; he is but a child. If he must work, let it be in the kitchen with me, not toiling in fields fit for men." Recognizing his error, the father conceded, "I understand… Perhaps I was foolish. Please forgive me."
The mother, her annoyance dissipating like mist before the sun, assured him, "You're forgiven; just help with the dishes now."
To which he sighed, resigned yet affectionate, "Alright, I'll do it—no arguments this time but you know that when the time has come as our As previously agreed you must accept about that one ... okay ? .
The mother , announced he agreement.
And thus, amidst their shared discord, the threads of their lives continued to weave the fabric of family, underpinned by the unshakeable bond of love, even in the face of uncertain futures.