Chapter 5 - Chapter 4: Zairon

EndlessReverie

Chapter 4: Zairon

𝚉𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗

05/21/2025

A/N: im still figuring out the power system, sooooooo. yippie

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A traversal.

The movements between time and space were far too great. Time held no shape in the place between worlds — neither light nor dark, neither void nor aether. And yet, amidst it, two souls drifted—both racing to reach a place that they had experienced, a place where no destruction had yet to be unveiled.

Though, a problem had occurred.

One spearheading towards the end, the other drifted and trapped in a moment stretched thin, like a single breath held too long.

Zairon reached out, his hand attempting to grasp Alicia's fading form.

But she was already too far.

Her soul, delicate yet luminous, spiraled away — faster than stars collapsing, even memory itself was affected. She smiled at as she vanished, her eyes shimmering with promise and remembrance.

"Find me."

Then Zairon was left alone in the dimension of time.

He could no longer hear her voice, but the echo of her warmth still lingered in his chest like the last ember of a dying hearth.

And then—

The thread that was carrying his whole existence — his soul and core snapped.

Not with pain, but with inevitability.

And he fell.

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The rain.

It fell soft and slow that evening, like the heavens themselves dared not interrupt the silence of the birthing chamber.

The manor was quiet, halls hushed by tension and reverence.

Outside, the garden lanterns flickered beneath the heavy storm, their glow muted under weeping clouds.

The storm had quieted, but the scent of rain still clung to the walls of the household manor.

Inside the birthing chamber — there were 5 souls present within the room, including the newborn that came from his mother.

The newborn? A small, still body lay cradled in silk.

His eyes didn't flutter.

He didn't cry nor wail.

Just silence — eerie, steady, unbroken silence.

Aidelie, who birthed this male newborn, has her chest still heaving from the final push, instinctively reached for the child. Her soft silver white hair veiled her newborn as she brushed her strands of hair away from his face.

A midwife hovered nearby, tense and uncertain, but it was the mother who held him first. Her arms trembled with effort as she pulled him to her chest.

And still… nothing.

No sudden movements. No startled breaths.

His eyes had yet to flutter open.

"…Why isn't he crying?" she whispered, breath catching in her throat.

Her heart skipped.

"Is he…?" she couldn't finish the thought.

And then—

A soft inhale.

Calm. Deliberate. Whole.

She blinked, utterly bewildered yet she smiled. "By the stars..."

Aidelie cradled him close, eyes wide as she took in the pale, snow-soft skin and the cascade of snow-white strands of hair that crowned his tiny head. It shimmered slowly against the light, like frost catching the moon.

Aidelie saw something beautiful — elegant.

Violet.

Not the usual dull gray of most newborns — but vivid, sharp, and majestingly aware. Eyes that didn't just look — it was a gaze, a splash of odd nostalgia. Eyes far too knowing of a world that hasn't yet to exist, from someone who had just taken their first breath.

And Aidelie, for a heartbeat, felt as though she were holding something far older than time.

"... He's beautiful," she muttered as she held him close. The midwife, who had seen hundreds of births, gave a startled glance. "Isn't that a first, madame?" she murmured.

But the boy only looked up at her — not with confusion, but clarity. As if he knew exactly where he was.

Yet it felt unfamiliar.

Aidelie's breath caught again, but this time, it wasn't fear.

It was wonder.

"He's so quiet," she murmured, brushing her small fingers against the infant's snow-white strands. His violet eyes — matching with the frost of his hair, it was like an ember that was kept alive through sheer will. It stared at her, not in confusion, but in subtle memory.

"It feels like he already saw this world before," she chuckled softly.

Across the room, stood Asareth von Navalia — tall, cold, and somehow out of place due to the indescribable expression in a room filled with warmth, blankets, and motherly affection. His coat was soaked from the rain, goldish white hair with black tips still damp as droplets trailed down from his chin.

He slowly moved across the floor, his presence nearby towards his beloved wife and newborn.

Aidelie's gaze flickered towards him.

"Scaredy-cat, You left me alone again." she puffed her cheeks before melting with Asareth's kiss on the back of her palm. "I didn't mean to..."

Then, both of their gaze that lingered with understanding moved towards their newborn. A long moment of silence has passed before she spoke. "Well..?"

Asareth blinked. "Well... what?"

"Are you just gonna hold him — or will you just gaze him like a newfound treasure?" she teased him.

He shifted, awkwardly clearing his throat. "He's small, I guess?"

Aidelie stared daggers at her husband, feigning hate and upset. "He's a baby."

"E-exactly. They break easily."

She sighed. She gave him a tired yet amused look. "You've killed terrors greater than demons, Asareth. Yet you can't hold your son."

"Because I don't like delicate things..."

Aidelie rolled her eyes and beckoned him with a lazy finger. "He won't bite — at least not right away." She gave him a small laugh.

Asareth hesitated.

But when she arched a brow — that glare that made him terrified as a leader, a man, and especially as a husband — he sighed and slowly opened his arms, closing in like a soldier reporting to the gallows.

She guided the infant into his arms, watching his spine stiffen as if she handed him a ticking bomb. The baby remained still, gaze calm as he studied his father.

"He's watching me," Asareth muttered.

"It's because you're handsome," she responded afterwards before sitting up straight and embracing him from behind. Her arms a mixture of warmth and cold, melting him from the inside.

"... You're a menace," he chuckled softly.

Asareth looked down, frown softening slightly as a tiny hand reached up — wrapping around one of his fingers.

Warm. Steady. Real.

He experienced this feeling with his other children. But he can't shake the feeling of seeing a new person that will be part of this family, the Navalian Sovereignty.

"... He's strong," said quietly, barely above breath.

Aidelie smiled. "He's ours."

The moment stretched between them. The rain outside turned into a whisper — a lingering breeze as it washed against the window.

Asareth spoke again.

"Do you feel it?"

She pondered. She shook her head, still wearing that loving smile. "What do you mean?"

He pressed on. "His eyes — it feels like he saw something. He's... not new."

Their eyes met. From one side, she looked like she was about to attack him with words — believing that he trusted some random prophet in the past. While the other remained restricted, he felt as if he offended his wife.

Aidelie brushed her fingers against the baby's brow, her smile laced with bittersweet.

"I don't care. He's our child — if he carried any pain or lived in distress, he's home now. Our home."

Asareth exhaled, the tension in his shoulder from her arms and his forearms were bleeding as he cradled the child closer.

"Well then, what should we name him?" He asked.

Aidelie looked down at their son — snow-white, calm-eyed, and hauntingly quiet. She has many ideas in her mind, many inspirations, many meanings.

Yet, he remembered a saying from her mother. Zai, which means wealth. Ron, which means loving emotions and a theory.

"Zairon."

"His name will be Zairon," she whispered. "He'll be our wealth, our bundle of emotional theories."

Asareth scoffed at what his wife thought — but he remembered, she always wins. "Zairon von Navalia," he spoke with warmth.

Then, he turned his eyes before Aidelie once more. "You're gonna spoil him, aren't you?"

Aidelie feigned hurt as she pouted. "What do you mean?" he looked the other way but tightening her grip around Asareth. "You seem to be muttering nonsense."

Asareth sighed. "You really are troublesome," he raised his hand and brought it underneath her chin, making her face him before delivering a lingering kiss.

She panicked and melted — yet, she couldn't do anything. He slowly pulled away before gazing before their son.

"... You'll be our newest pride, Zairon."

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A ripple passed through the fabric of reality—so faint that no mortal soul could feel it, but in that unseen realm where time is stitched and unwritten threads hang heavy, silence fractured.

"He's crossed over," one voice murmured, calm and ageless, like the hush before dawn.

A scoff followed, sharp and disdainful. "Of course he did. Sentiment always ruins the pattern."

"Don't blame him," another countered gently. "He lost everything. Anyone would reach for that"

"But he touched it," a deeper voice growled. "Something that should never have been touched... I believe our future selves have condemned us."

In the dark corners of the aether, whispers rose.

"He's thrown the weight off."

"He doesn't belong here."

"Not yet…"

A presence shifted—measured, calculating. "It's a fracture. Small. But it echoes. He's rewriting cause and consequence."

A hand brushed over a glowing weave, dimmed now at its center.

"... Looks like we'll have to find out... It's not possible for us to unite."

Silence fell once more, thick with unspoken orders.

Then, a quiet murmur:

"We'll watch... Just watch. "

And the realm stilled again. Watching.

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𝙰𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚡

Zai(財) which means wealth, Ron(ロン) which means theory.

SovereigntyNavalia, an independent ducal state surrounded by the two present Titanic civilizations. Utilizing both the synsthesis development of technology and the threads of essence.

AidelievonNavalia, the 7th and youngest Princess from the Luminark Imperium. Married off to her husband after an event from where she was kidnapped.

Asareth 'Auxillia' vonNavalia, the Sovereign of Navalia. A warrior that sacrificed his childhood for the betterment of Aetheria. The husband of the loving Aidelie von Navalia.