The small vessel cruised silently through the vast, dark expanse of space, its engines emitting a soft hum that echoed through the emptiness. Inside the cramped cockpit, Ray's mother sat with a heavy heart, her hands gripping the controls tightly. She cast frequent glances at the small bundle lying in the corner of the cabin—her son, Ray. Swaddled in a worn blanket, the newborn slept peacefully, unaware of the cruel fate that had befallen him.
Ray had been abandoned by his father, a powerful and ruthless man who had deemed his son weak and unworthy of the family name. To him, Ray was nothing more than a disappointment, a mortal child born with no affinity for magic or strength. In their world, weakness was not tolerated, and so Ray's father had cast him aside, condemning him to a life of hardship and struggle.
Her mission was simple yet monumental: to find a place where Ray could grow strong, where he could prove his worth despite the odds stacked against him.
As the ship drifted through space, Ray's mother thought back to the moment of their departure. The village chief, a man of great authority and even greater ambition, had been the one to suggest this journey. He had seen something in Ray that no one else had—a flicker of potential, a hint of something extraordinary buried deep within the child. The chief's talent, known as the Talent Searcher, allowed him to sense the latent abilities in mortals, and he had been convinced that Ray, though seemingly weak, was destined for greatness.
"Take him to the Cotber Galaxy," the chief had instructed, his voice filled with a strange mix of urgency and hope. "We have secured funds from the last centuries. Use them wisely and make Ray powerful. He may be our tribe's only hope."
The chief's words had sparked both outrage and disbelief among the village elders. Some had protested vehemently, arguing that the funds should be used to strengthen the village itself, not wasted on a child who had already been deemed a failure. Others had questioned the wisdom of sending a newborn into the unknown, where the dangers were innumerable and the chances of survival slim.
But the chief had silenced them all with a single statement: "Ray's potential is extraordinary. My talent has sensed it. If we do not invest in his future, we risk losing everything. He is young, but he is indebted to us. We must give him this chance, for it may be our only way to rise."
With that, the decision had been made. And so Ray's mother had set out on this perilous journey, her heart torn between hope and despair.
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**Chapter: A Mother's Final Wish**
The small vessel cruised silently through the vast, dark expanse of space, its engines emitting a soft hum that echoed through the emptiness. Inside the cramped cockpit, Ray's mother sat with a heavy heart, her hands gripping the controls tightly. Her eyes, tired and filled with sorrow, frequently darted to the small bundle lying in the corner of the cabin—her son, Ray. Swaddled in a worn blanket, the newborn slept peacefully, unaware of the cruel fate that had befallen him.
Ray had been abandoned by his father, a powerful and ruthless man who had deemed his son weak and unworthy of the family name. To him, Ray was nothing more than a disappointment, a mortal child born with no affinity for magic or strength. In their world, weakness was not tolerated, and so Ray's father had cast him aside, condemning him to a life of hardship and struggle.
But Ray's mother refused to accept this fate for her son. Her mission was simple yet monumental: to find a place where Ray could grow strong, where he could prove his worth despite the odds stacked against him. The village chief had seen something in Ray that no one else had—a flicker of potential, a hint of something extraordinary buried deep within the child. The chief's talent, known as the Talent Searcher, allowed him to sense the latent abilities in mortals, and he had been convinced that Ray, though seemingly weak, was destined for greatness.
"Take him to the Cotber Galaxy," the chief had instructed, his voice filled with a strange mix of urgency and hope. "We have secured funds from the last centuries. Use them wisely and make Ray powerful. He may be our tribe's only hope."
The chief's words had sparked both outrage and disbelief among the village elders. Some had protested vehemently, arguing that the funds should be used to strengthen the village itself, not wasted on a child who had already been deemed a failure. Others had questioned the wisdom of sending a newborn into the unknown, where the dangers were innumerable and the chances of survival slim.
But the chief had silenced them all with a single statement: "Ray's potential is extraordinary. My talent has sensed it. If we do not invest in his future, we risk losing everything. He is young, but he is indebted to us. We must give him this chance, for it may be our only way to rise."
With that, the decision had been made. And so Ray's mother had set out on this perilous journey, her heart torn between hope and despair. She was determined to protect her son, no matter the cost.
Suddenly, the ship's sensors blared a warning, jolting Ray's mother from her thoughts. Her eyes widened in alarm as several vessels appeared on the radar, surrounding her small craft. The insignia on the ships was unmistakable—it was the symbol of the village chief's brother, a man known for his cunning and ruthless tactics, one who operated in the shadows to protect the village.
Fear gripped her heart as the communication console crackled to life, and a cold, calculating voice filled the cockpit. "How unfortunate that it has come to this."
Ray's mother stiffened, recognizing the voice immediately. "Brother," she replied, her voice trembling. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you here?"
The chief's brother, a man who had always served the village from the shadows, answered without hesitation. "I am more than just my brother's kin. Our father entrusted me with the true burden of protecting the village. The funds you carry—they are needed for our survival. I must take them, even if it means... eliminating this child, the very source of my village's problem."
His words were cold, devoid of any compassion. Yet beneath the surface, there was a hint of something else—regret, perhaps, or a reluctant duty. Ray's mother knew that he had always been a man of action, willing to do whatever it took to protect the village. But this? To kill an innocent child?
Tears welled up in Ray's mother's eyes, but she did not let them fall. "I beg of you, spare the child. Let him live. He has done nothing to deserve this fate."
The brother was silent for a moment, his resolve wavering as he glanced at the small bundle in the corner of the cabin. "This is a cruel world. A world where only the strong survive. I cannot allow weakness to endanger our people. Your father once died protecting the village, a brave warrior, and now I ask you to hand over the child. Let's go back to the village—it is not safe here."
Ray's mother's heart pounded in her chest. She knew what she had to do. A long-kept secret, a final, desperate act to save her son. She had an ability, a single wish that she had never used, for it required the ultimate sacrifice—her life.
She looked down at Ray, his innocent face peaceful in sleep, and knew this was the moment. "Then let my last wish be to save him," she whispered, closing her eyes as she focused her energy.
The brother watched, a sinking feeling in his chest as he realized what she was about to do. "No... you don't have to—" His voice faltered as he remembered the ability (wish) that could make anything possible, but only within the realm of possibility, and only at the cost of the wisher's life.
But it was too late. Ray's mother began to glow with an ethereal light, her body slowly cracking like fragile porcelain. The wish surged forth, enveloping the child in a protective cocoon of light.
"Send him far away," she whispered through tears. "To a world where he can survive, where violence is scarce. Please, protect my son..."
The light grew blinding, and with a final, pained smile, Ray's mother shattered into dust, her wish complete.
The chief's brother stood in silence, the dust of his fellow villager settling around him like a shroud. "Fool... why did you die for just a child? Even if he is killed, he has no value." His voice was harsh, but the words caught in his throat. He had watched her grow up, had seen the strength and kindness in her. He had never wanted this.
He knew the truth of this world, a truth that had hardened his heart long ago. Yet, as he watched the tiny vessel carrying Ray disappear into the void, he felt a weight settle on his soul. He would protect the village, as he had sworn to do, even if it cost him everything. But he could not deny the sorrow that now gripped him, the knowledge that in this ruthless world, there was no room for mercy.
The ship carrying Ray vanished into the vastness of space, leaving behind only the memory of a mother's love, a love that had defied the cold, merciless nature of their world. The chief's brother turned away, his resolve steeled, but a part of him knew that he would carry the burden of this day for the rest of his life.