[Warning: Suicide, Death]

"Asher! You must escape! I am sorry, I can't protect you. Please, live well..."

The man hugged the baby in his arms as tears flowed through his bruised cheeks continuously. His ankles were chained and those thick chains were joined to the wall stopping him from walking much further. 

Around him, it was just four walls, not even much space for him to walk around. The man was sitting on the ground and in the other corner there was an old food plate and a pot of water on the ground.

It looked like a prison.

Yeah, it was. But not for criminals...

He hugged the sleeping baby in his arms mumbling sorry countless times spending his last moment with the baby. While tears were still flowing down his cheeks, he kissed the baby's forehead and looked at the closed door.

"You can come in."

As the man said, a woman who was wearing a black cloak appeared in his sight.

"...Are you sure about this?"

The woman sat next to the man and asked as her eyes ran to the baby in his arms.

"At least he will have a good life. I don't want him to have a life like me. Here...Please raise him well. When he grows up, please teach him how to protect himself.  I beg you..."

The man started crying again, but he was trying his very best to keep his voice low.

"Why don't you also come with me?"

The woman got the boy and stood up to leave, but turned again.

"No need. I am afraid they will find him coming after me. I...Thank you...Please take care of him. That's enough."

The man looked down with an extremely sad expression on his face. 

"Blake...I will raise him well. You...I...Please be careful."

The woman ran out of there with quick steps. Her eyes were wet. But she didn't leave any sound. So the man couldn't realise the woman in front of him was crying.

When the woman disappeared from his sight, the man looked at the chains and sighed.

He slowly got up, walked to the food plate, moved it away and grabbed the knife under it.

"I hope everyone here will rot in hell!"

He closed his eyes as the knife in his hands cut his neck in a blinking moment.

'God, Please be kind to my son...'

The man fell to the ground, blood wetting the floor. His life ended inside of the four walls that day, giving his last wish for his poor son. 

When the man left his last breath, he had a smile drawn on his face. A very innocent smile, but represented an indescribable sadness.

…

"Fuck! Quickly call the doctor! He had cut his own neck!"

Only after a few minutes, one man passing there saw him on the ground in a blood pond.

"Shit! Hey! Where is the baby? Where is it?"

When a few more men gathered there, one of them searched the four walls like mad. The baby, the most important thing, had disappeared.

"Fuck! This guy had been planning this for a long time! Quick! Go and search for the baby! It can be sold for an amount you can't even think of! What the hell you are waiting for!? Move on! Look for it!"

The man was furious. He yelled at everyone and all of them ran to search for the baby.

The man looked down at the dead body and saw the smile on the man's face.

"You fucker! shit! shit! shit! My money!!!"

The man kicked the dead body numerous times until he couldn't hold it in anymore. He picked up the knife and stabbed the dead body again and again while cursing at the dead man.

.....

"Madam, the baby is healthy. He is just hungry."

The woman with the cloak sighed and took off the cloak she was wearing. After she removed it, a pretty face was revealed to the light. Her eyes were on the baby, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else.

"Thank you..."

The woman thanked the doctor and watched the doctor leave her place.

She was living in a village where not many people lived. And her life was also not luxurious but pretty normal. 

She lived in a house with only two rooms in it. She was living with his only younger brother who was a hunter.

"It's okay. Don't cry...ah...ah...Good boy!"

The woman coaxed the baby and the baby slowly fell asleep in her hands. She had already fed him, so the baby fell asleep pretty fast.

She placed the baby in the bed and sat next to him in bed, looking at the peaceful face of the baby.

"Asher...I hope your father is also fine..."

She mumbled and stroked the baby's hair affectionately.

"Sister! Did you see that there is a huge prize for anyone who finds the count's kidnapped bab-!"

Suddenly a man broke into the room without even knocking. But as soon as he saw the baby,  it was like his mouth suddenly got glued.

"Rose! Sister...this..."

The man came closer with quick steps and looked at the baby with shocked eyes.

"It's Blake's child."

The woman, Rose said as she got off the bed with no care.

"Don't tell me, the child count is looking for..."

"Yeah...I stole him. Blake wanted him to live well. And, I also don't want to see his child have such a painful life like he had."

"Sister! You can't be serious! How can we raise a child? And that count might come here at any time!"

"That's why we are going to leave the city."

"What?"

"I want this child to grow well. And take revenge for Blake."

"Sister...We will die before that. Count looks really mad. He even stated a high price as a prize. Of course people will inform him about this."

"Don't worry."

She didn't show any response to his brother. She had already expected that coming, so she prepared in advance for an escape.

She knew this baby was priceless. That's why she had to protect him no matter what. 

And that baby was the most precious thing Blake deserved after going through all that torture…

She must protect the child…

"Hold my hand."

The woman stretched her hand to the man standing there with disbelief and gloom covering his face. He held his sister's hand and watched what she was going to do next.

She picked up the baby and placed him on her right hand and she held her brother's hand on the other side.

Suddenly, they disappeared from where they were, erasing the evidents of the livings, distancing themselves for the better...

...

"This-!"

Rose's brother looked around, but only to realise they were inside of a different house. Even though it looked a little similar to their previous house, this house looked a little upgraded and it was not the same house at all.

"I bought a teleport spell from a magician. From now on, we will live here. And this little guy will stay with us."

She looked at the baby and said to her brother.

"Is he also an Omega like Blake?"

Rose's brother asked, but only to notice Rose looking at him in anger.

"Don't ever mention that. He is a normal child. He is nothing special!"

Rose said strictly and her finger was pointed at her brother.

"I know...He is just a child. Nothing special..."

Rose's brother repeated it seeing his sister was angry.

That new place they were teleported to was near a river. Around their house, it was just the forest and there were no houses and they could see no humans.

Rose wanted to make sure that the child would grow up with no problems. When he grew up, she could let him go anywhere he wanted.

Rose's brother, Nick was the one who supported the family. He hunted animals for meat and sold them after going to the capital. When he came back, he would bring a lot of food and things for the baby, Asher.

Eventually, they got used to that lifestyle and Asher also grew up well.

However, things didn't always go as they wanted.

When it was 20 years later, 

Both Nick and Rose fell ill at the same time making things complicated. Both of them were already nearly fifty years old, but they were perfectly healthy all the time and that illness appeared all of a sudden.

At first, it was only Nick who fell ill. Maybe he got a fever when he was selling things in the capital. The fever must have been spread by someone to him. However, after he came back home, the simple fever became more serious to the point he couldn't even get up from the bed. It was something really serious.

To make it even worse, after two days, Rose also happened to be infected by him. That illness was not just something that would heal very easily. It was a deadly virus that had a temporary cure they couldn't afford to buy.

The young Asher was already mature enough to understand both his mother and his uncle were going to die very soon.

It was very clear.

Rose also knew it. So she decided to tell him about everything that happened in her past. She wanted him to know everything before she died.

She had acted like Asher's mother for all those years. And about his father, she said he was dead. 

But it seems like the time to reveal that bitter truth had finally arrived.

He was already 20 years old, so he would understand it.

He must know the truth...

He must know how special he is!