In a dimly lit room, a spotlight illuminated an egg the size of a five-year-old child. The room was mostly barren, with one wall made of glass and the others of cold stone. The floor and ceiling were also stone, adding to the room's austere atmosphere. Outside the room, a man and a woman stood, their faces alight with excitement and happiness as they looked through the glass wall. They were on the verge of witnessing the birth of their child.
The woman, Coralith, had ocean-like hair cascading down to her hips with streaks of white. Her unique red eyes gleamed with anticipation. Two large horns extended upward from her forehead, and she wore a striking dress of blue and red. Beside her stood Chronarch, his hair a mix of raven-black with faint blonde roots. His horns mirrored Coralith's, curving upwards from his temples.
Moments later, the egg began to tremble, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. Coralith gasped and rushed into the room, while Chronarch stayed behind, observing intently. A piece of the eggshell fell away, and moments later, a male child emerged, crawling out. The mana in the room trembled with the birth of a higher being, though he appeared as an ordinary five-year-old with short blonde hair.
Coralith immediately scooped the child into her arms. "Haah! My baby! Look at how cute you are!" she exclaimed, lifting him to examine his face before pulling him close to her chest.
The child looked at her curiously, then around the room until his gaze settled on the shattered egg. Coralith giggled, noticing his focus. "Ara~ ara~, my little baby is hungry, isn't he?" she said, sitting down with him on her lap. She raised her hand, and the remaining eggshell pieces trembled before flying into her palm. She brought a piece to the child's lips, gently feeding him
As the child ate, he grew visibly content, and once he had finished all the eggshells, he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Coralith stood up, cradling him, and exited the room. Outside, Chronarch awaited. "How's his condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. After all, their child has being inside the egg longer than other child's would have been.
Coralith beamed. "He's in perfect condition! Better than other newborns!" she said, stroking the sleeping child's head.
"I'm glad. We should take him to his room," Chronarch said, relief evident in his voice
As they walked to the child's room, Coralith remembered something. "Darling, what about his name?" she asked.
"Huh?... Oh right, his name! How could I forget?" he laughed, scratching the back of his head. Seeing Coralith's fierce gaze, he quickly changed the subject. "Ahem... Anyway, have you thought of one yet?"
"No," she replied.
"Mmm... alright, let's think about it for a while," he said
They continued down the hall until they reached a door ten feet tall. Chronarch twisted the handle and opened the door, revealing a spacious room. A bed large enough for four people stood at the center, a light source hanging from the ceiling illuminated the room. Small bookshelves flanked the bed, each with a lantern on top. A black carpet covered the floor, and two large bookshelves lined the walls. A balcony offered a view of the outside world. The room's color scheme of white and black gave it a regal feel.
They walked to the bed, and Coralith gently placed the child on it. She looked at Chronarch, a decision clear in her eyes. "I've decided on a name," she announced.
Chronarch's eyes lit up with anticipation. "What is it?!"
She smirked mischievously. "Hehe~ guess," she teased, making Chronarch sigh since she always does this when he anticipated something.
In return he flatly said,"No!"
"Tsk! Fine, no fun!... Alright, I'll tell you," she said, seeing his exasperation. "Thy name shall be Adam! Adam Banehorn, son of Chronarch Banehorn and Coralith Banehorn, the youngest prince of the dragon empire, the dragon of destruction and calamity, the prince of all!" she declared with dignity, caressing Adam's cheek.
The mana in the room danced in celebration of the new prince. Coralith stood up and walked to Chronarch. "Let's go, let him rest," she said. Chronarch nodded, and they left the room, leaving Adam to sleep peacefully.
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In a grand room fit for royalty, a woman lay on a king-sized bed, her long, pointed ears and flawless white skin glistening with sweat. Her white hair spread out like a halo, and her white eyes were filled with determination. Surrounding her were tiny fairies, the size of a palm, fluttering excitedly.
"AAAAAAHHH!" the woman screamed, her voice echoing in the room. She was in labor, her legs spread in a W shape as the doctor worked between them.
"Please bear with it for a while, your highness!" the female elf doctor urged, helping her focus
"Push harder!" the doctor encouraged as she tried to assist the birth.
"AAAAAAHHH!" the woman screamed again, and finally, a cry filled the room.
"Waaahaa!" the baby cried as the doctor held the newborn, while the mother panted, trying to catch her breath. The doctor walked to her side. "Here, hold her," she said, handing the baby to her mother.
" hey, hey, she's so small!"
"She's sooo~ cute!"
"Nee~, Nee~, do you have a name for her?"
"Ho! Me! Me! Can I name her! Please!"
The fairies chattered excitedly, some peering at the baby while others flew around.
""Ha... ha... she's beautiful," the mother said, ignoring the fairies as she gazed at her child. She looked up at the doctor, making her flinch. "S–should I inform his majesty?" the doctor asked
""No... it's alright. We already discussed her name long ago," the mother replied, caressing the baby's cheek. After a moment, she spoke up, "Her name shall be Violet Vylan, the youngest of the elven kingdom, the princess of the elven kingdom, the daughter of Arwen Vylan and Algar Vylan, the king and queen of the elves."
The fairies cheered at the announcement, but their joy was short-lived as the next words cast a shadow over them. Arwen handed the baby to the doctor. "Wash her up and take her to her room."
"Yes, your highness," the doctor replied, taking the baby and bowing slightly before leaving the room. Outside, she informed the waiting maids, "Take care of her highness."
"Yes!" they chorused, entering the room.
The doctor walked to a nearby door, opening it and stepping inside. The room was decorated in white and pink with touches of gold, and a single white bed stood in the center. She carried Violet to the bathroom, carefully washing her and dressing her in tiny clothes. Moments later, she laid Violet on the bed. "Rest well, young lady," she said with a smile before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
Violet slept peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm