Gammad ran into Mu'ut's room as she screamed in her sleep and cried. He immediately softly touched her hand and soothed her.
It worked, a bit. It wasn't enough to make her stop. It just made her cling to him desperately as she cried.
Her aura poured out of her and the usual childish calm and happiness that always made everything around her serene and peaceful was riddled with so much fear he felt his spine turn cold.
As she clung to him as if her life depended on it, pain and anger flooded all over him and he felt his own emotional turmoil stir into the depth of the planet. A little deeper than it usually was for him.
"Shh! It's okay." He whispered into her ear as he hugged her and held her tight.
Her aura exploded in a red burst of pure anger it made her light up in bright white flames and made the room exceedingly hot.
The blankets burned and repaired themselves instantly as the magic runes embedded in them lit up trying to fight off the damage.
He tried to clear his head as steam turned the room white.
"Mu'ut, wake up." He whispered into her ear but she just kept on crying and clinging to his clothes.
He let his own aura free by just a speck to calm her down but never in his wildest dreams did he think he would see them react that way.
His cyan aura lit and met Mu'ut's, causing a small conflagration of wild energies that brewed a small thunderstorm inside Mu'ut's room. When another reddish with blue and golden flashed into the room, it exploded in small greenish flames that instantly made the wooden floors bloom into leave buds.
The buds grew into tree branches and even bark covered the wooden floorboards and bloomed flowers where the red and gold aura met his and Mu'ut's.
Mu'ut's usual golden and whitish aura.
The three auras collided over and over again, producing green flames that burned and made the room turn into a forest in a short time.
He tried to cut his own aura off but it felt as though his own energy was being sucked off and there was nothing he could do about it but surrender. Again.
But he didn't turn from one of the weakest guardians of this continent to a Saint because he gave in easily. He was given power for a reason.
When he managed to cut it off, the explosions stopped. But the red and black aura constantly mixed with that of Mu'ut and fuelled the green flames inefficiently. But also an underlying movement of power circulating between the auras, the flames, Mu'ut, and his Baobab tree abode.
He would have grown scared of his daughter being leeched upon if not for a spark of her aura being sucked by the dying green flames but in its place, her daughter was being fed cosmic waves boosted by elemental energy that made her grow powerful by the second.
The dying green flames burned the energy she couldn't absorb and made the wood grow into strong plants.
Every single wooden piece in the house grew a life force and he could feel all of it quickly reforming all of its lost life forces. The seven Baobab trees that were his castle and the four ones at the corners of his yards came alive a thousand years after their death.
He called upon the aether that flowed all over the universe to coat Mu'ut and stop whatever was happening. But the sliver he called came in the form of a tsunami that almost tore everything he had apart.
He quickly waved his hand, compressing it into a small shield that ate at all forms of energy. The small gray shield covered both of them from head to toe in a spherical shield whilst the red and black aura surrounded it like an ocean does a ship or a submarine.
Mu'ut calmed down and sniffled onto his shoulder as her calm aura returned.
He let her sleep until all he heard was regulated breathing. He then put her to bed with a kiss on her forehead.
"Now wha... what the heck?!"
As soon as he walked out of the aether shield, he felt his heart crush in pain and almost cried.
The pain he felt was way more than a child could emit. It was almost worse than what he felt when Mu'ut's mother died, killed right in front of him when Mu'ut was but a few months old.
What made it worse was the feeling of oppression that pushed him down to his knees.
He knew a handful of people who could make him feel that oppressed, but all of them didn't qualify as living beings.
They all could wipe the planet with but a sneeze. But most importantly, none were in Africa now.
Yet the kid...
He let his own aura out to reduce the oppression and the oppression vanished.
So did everything around him.
He found himself in a plain desert with the little kid in front of him.
His face was that of a human, his scales had vanished. His hair was short and messy like that of a child who played too much. But it was still plaited into short dreadlocks.
He slowly turned around to face him. The pain radiating from his aura was palpable but not that painful. It just felt tiring.
He seemed a bit like a teen. Not a six-seven-year-old he was when he found him.
Tears, snot, and blood made his pained, resigned, and scared face, pitiful beyond measure.
"What..."
"Dad." He called as he cried.
The fog cleared and terror hit him hard as he saw the source of the distress.
Around the now teenage dragonborn, thousands of bodies lay.
Thousands of people were cut, burnt and all atrocities a child was never meant to see lay all around him.
Their blood pooled at his feet making the Nile river run red with blood, guts, and even their stomach contents.
"Wha..." he couldn't finish his thoughts as he looked around. He seemed to have been on a battlefield, but the torn pyramids, burning houses and even crashing air chariots, airplanes, and spaceships made it hard to refute that this was the capital of Nekhet.
The second country of the four that made the Nubian Empire.
Did he let a monster inside his own house? Did he... He looked at the kids as the souls of every Nubian crowded him begging and praying for a sleave of power to deal with their enemies and the psychopomp bowing to both him and the kid whilst trying to stop the unrested spirits from jumping onto the kid.
"Can't... can't we help them?" He asked with a breaking voice. Gammad saw a child missing an arm hidden from behind his leg. She was utterly scared and her tears, snot, and saliva were still staining her face.
Before he could answer the scene changed fast and he saw the culling of the entire northern region of the Nubia kingdoms. No one survived the sea of human armies.
The assault of the hundreds of giants and even the swarm of alien warships that used even nuclear bombs without a care for the tear they would make in the fabric of space.
All of the people's pain felt like his own. Their fears, their retreat and run to Nubian cities protected by their armies who seemed incapable of keeping death away. Their prayers went into his ears making him go a little mad.
"No." His voice responded. "We just watch and save those that we can. Our duty is to the planet not to a single species. I'm sorry."
The words made him sick as they came out of his own mouth.
"But they used nuclear missiles and weapons and you said we forbid their use. You can stop them. You have my permission."
"And so do you have mine." Thoth, the last son of Atlantis on earth blessed him with teary eyes as he watched his people die in thousands in a matter of seconds. "If they ever do count."
The kid picked up a handful of bloodied sand and blew on it.
With it the clouds turned instantly dark as tornadoes and sand storms rose from around him and chased after the marching army.
The sandstorm grew in size so did the tornado turn into a fiery hell that burnt the entire landscape. The heat of the storm went ahead like a red fog scorching wiping everything and sucking all moisture from the lush vegetation all around until it was but a desert that stretched for miles.
As the pain of the vanishing army hit them, the four gods felt their skin burn even under their clothes. They felt so thirsty they could drink even their own pee without batting an eye.
Trees dried up and the beautiful landscape that earlier flourished turned into a scorching desert. The sea of unstoppable armies turned into a sea of dead men. the battleships fell one by one from the sky.
Most of the missiles turned into dust except for three warheads.
Tears dropped down his eyes as fire, air and the aether spun compressing the nukes. The aether sucked in the light and the radiation present in the air into the nukes.
'Oh please no!' Gammad cursed before he woke up in the child's room. He looked at himself and saw the sweat he was covered in. The little boy's aura was gone and all over him, he could see Mu'ut's aura covering him from head to toe.
It didn't take long for Gammad to come to his senses and think of the next he should take.