The night light dominated the sky accompanied by the moon alongside numerous stars that beautified the sky
In a large room within the inner walls of a large mansions a doctor places a newborn baby boy in his mother's arms, the infant's tiny eyes fluttered open. He gazed up at his mother's face, and his eyes widened in wonder.
The first thing he saw was the cascade of golden hair that framed his mother's face. The soft, honey-colored locks fell in loose waves down her back, shining like a halo in the bright hospital lights.
As the baby's gaze traveled upward, he beheld his mother's face. Her skin was a radiant, porcelain doll-like complexion, with a subtle sheen that hinted at a inner glow. Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones, a petite nose, and full, pink lips that curved into a warm, gentle smile.
The baby's eyes locked onto his mother's, and he felt an instant sense of connection. He gazed deeper into her eyes, and saw a deep well of love and devotion shining back at him.
As the baby continued to drink in his mother's beauty, he felt his tiny heart swell with emotion. He knew, in that instant, that he was loved, and that he would always be cherished and protected by this beautiful woman who held him in her arms.
The baby's tiny hands curled into fists, and he snuggled deeper into his mother's embrace. He felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him, and he knew that he was home.
The child, swaddled in a soft, white blanket, was carefully carried by one of the maids of the mansion. As she walked, the child's face scrunched up, and a loud wail filled the air. The maid tried to soothe him, gently rocking him back and forth, but the child's cries only grew louder.
Just as it seemed like the child was going to continue crying indefinitely, his mother appeared, a warm smile on her face. She gently took the child from the maid, cradling him in her arms. The child's cries began to subside, replaced by sniffles, and then, finally, silence.
As the child nuzzled his head into his mother's chest, the room erupted into a flurry of congratulations. The child's father, a tall, handsome man with a proud smile, beamed with joy, shaking hands with the gathered guests.
"Congratulations, my lord!" one of the guests exclaimed. "Your son is the future heir of the family!"
The mother smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. "We're overjoyed," she said. "Our son is a blessing, and we promise to raise him with the values and traditions of our family."
As the guests continued to offer their congratulations, the child's father placed a hand on his son's head, a look of pride and love on his face. "Our son will grow up to be a great leader," he said. "And we will do everything in our power to ensure that he is prepared for the challenges that lie ahead."
The room fell silent, as if in reverence to the child's future, and the mother looked down at her son, a soft smile on her face. "We love you, little one," she whispered. "And we always will."
As the child grew, he was surrounded by the opulence of his family's mansion. But despite the lavish surroundings, his upbringing was marked by simplicity and love. His mother, in particular, was devoted to his care, insisting on attending to his every need herself rather than relying on the maids.
Every night, she would gently lift him from his high chair, cradling him in her arms as she carried him upstairs to his nursery. The maids would often offer to help, but she would smile and decline, wanting to savor every moment with her precious son.
As she reached the nursery, she would softly sing a lullaby, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to match the rhythm of the child's heartbeat. She would gently lay him down in his crib, tucking the soft blankets around him and making sure he was comfortable.
The child would gaze up at her with wide, adoring eyes, his tiny hands reaching up to grasp her fingers. She would smile and kiss his forehead, feeling her heart swell with love and devotion.
As the child drifted off to sleep, his mother would sit beside him, watching over him with a fierce protectiveness. She would whisper softly to him, telling him stories of their family's history and the values that had been passed down through generations.
The maids would often try to persuade her to let them take over the childcare duties, but she would refuse, wanting to be the one to care for her son's every need. And as she sat beside him, listening to his gentle breathing, she knew that she had made the right decision.
This quiet, intimate moment was hers alone, a special bond between mother and son that transcended the opulence of their surroundings. And as she smiled down at her sleeping child, she knew that she would do anything to protect and nurture him, to give him the best possible start in life.
As the young boy approached his eighth birthday, he began to exhibit remarkable physical abilities. Despite his tender age, he learned to crawl with ease, his tiny hands and feet moving in perfect synchrony. And to the amazement of his parents and the mansion staff, he could even partially walk, taking tentative steps as he explored his surroundings.
His parents were overjoyed by his rapid progress, and they encouraged him to keep pushing himself. But the young boy's true passion lay elsewhere - in the musty, leather-bound tomes that lined the shelves of the mansion library.
Whenever he could, the young boy would sneak away from his nursemaids and make a beeline for the library. He loved the smell of old books and the feel of parchment beneath his fingers. And as he delved into the pages of his favorite stories, he would become completely absorbed, his imagination running wild with tales of adventure and bravery.
His mother would often find him there, curled up in a cozy ball as he pored over a particularly fascinating volume. She would smile and scoop him up in her arms, cradling him as she read to him in a soft, soothing voice.
Together, they would explore the world of words, their bond growing stronger with each passing page. The young boy's love of reading was infectious, and soon his mother found herself getting lost in the stories alongside him.
As the hours slipped away, the young boy would grow sleepy, his head nodding against his mother's shoulder. She would gently close the book and carry him back to his nursery, his tiny hands clinging to her neck as he drifted off to dreamland.
In those moments, the young boy's mother felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that she was nurturing a love of learning that would stay with her son for the rest of his life. And as she tucked him into bed, she would smile and whisper a soft prayer, thanking the universe for this precious gift - a child who loved to read, and who brought her so much joy.
The huge arena was abuzz with excitement as the guests began to arrive for the young boy's first birthday celebration. The venue was transformed into a vibrant spectacle, with colorful streamers and balloons floating above the crowds.
Novelists, royals, and other esteemed guests mingled and chatted, all united in their desire to honor the young boy's special day. The air was filled with the sweet scent of cake and the sound of laughter and music.
As the guests took their seats, a commotion at the entrance heralded the arrival of a special guest. Aaric, the Soceror Supreme, walked into the arena.
Aaric's eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze locking onto the young boy, who was sitting on his mother's lap, looking adorable in his miniature tuxedo. A bright smile spread across Aaric's face as he made his way towards the boy.
As Aaric approached, the crowd erupted into applause, with many guests rising to their feet to welcome the Soceror Supreme. Alaric waved graciously, his eyes never leaving the young boy's face.
When he reached the boy's side, Aaric dropped to one knee, a gentle smile on his face. "Happy birthday, young lad," he said, his voice low and smooth.
The boy looked up at Aaric with wide, wondering eyes, clearly awestruck by the Soceror Supreme's presence. Aaric chuckled and reached out, gently ruffling the boy's hair.
Alaric, the Soccer Supreme, walked into the grand altar, at the center of the arena his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
The air became thick with an otherworldly energy, and Aaric could feel the weight of ancient power emanating from the very foundations of the altar,the region changed as the room became pitch black.
There he witnessed another altar, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman with long, flowing hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through Aaric.
"You have been summoned,for I must warn you this one is for a great purpose" she said, her voice low and mysterious. "But you must first be sent away."
Alaric's brow furrowed in confusion. "Sent away?" he repeated. "Who are you and for what reason do you tell me this?"
The woman's gaze seemed to bore into his very soul. "You will find out soon enough," she said. "But first while you are still true in mind I request you train him."
With a wave of her hand, the woman conjured up a blast of energy that sent Aaric flying across the room. He landed hard on the stone floor, dazed and disoriented.
As he struggled to his feet, Alaric saw the woman standing before him.Just then he returned back filled with anxiety,he gazed the area seeing the woman who blends in amongst the crowd staring at him
"This is the child," He said, using a gust of wind he conjured up to rise the child in the air"Lord Inferno D Lugard and Lady Inferno D Ellise request that I name him."
Aaric's gaze fell upon the child, and he felt a surge of energy and purpose. "I name him Ace," he said, his voice firm and resolute.
The woman nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "It is done," she said. "The child's name is Ace."With that, the woman vanished
Aaric looked up to the child, who gazed back at him with wide, wondering eyes. Aaric smiled, feeling a sense of connection to the young Ace. "You are destined for greatness, little one," he said, his voice filled with conviction.
.......
Ace's second birthday was a joyous occasion, filled with laughter and celebration. His parents, Lord Inferno D Lugard and Lady Inferno D Ellise, had thrown a grand party in his honor, complete with cake, balloons, and a host of colorful guests.
As the day wore on, Ace found himself growing more and more restless. He had always been a curious child, and the sights and sounds of the party were beginning to overwhelm him.
His parents, noticing his distress, decided to take him outside for some fresh air.
As they stepped into the garden, Ace's eyes widened in wonder. The air was filled with tiny, shimmering particles that seemed to dance and swirl around him. His parents smiled, knowing that Ace was seeing the mana particles for the first time.
"What do you see Ace?"his father said "here are six different colors of particles,right?"
The young Ace is intrigued and fascinated by this sight and listen eagerly to his father's explanation
"Ace each particle you see all represent a different element to which a person can use after absorbing them from the air and refinishing them to create magic spells "
...[Red particles representing fire]...
...[Blue particles representing water]...
...[Brown particles represented earth]...
...[Green particles represented wind]...
...[Purple particles represented dark]...
...[White particles represented light]...
Ace's eyes were drawn to the red particles, which seemed to pulse with an inner fire. He reached out a chubby hand, trying to grasp the particles, and as he did, he felt a sudden surge of energy.
The red particles began to swirl around him, drawn to his innate connection to fire. Ace's parents watched in amazement as their son absorbed the particles, his body glowing with a soft, golden light.
But as the particles continued to flow into him, Ace's body began to glow with an intense, fiery energy. His parents exchanged a worried glance, sensing that something was wrong.
And then, in an instant, Ace's body went limp. He fell to the ground, unconscious, as the red particles continued to swirl around him. His parents rushed to his side, cradling him in their arms as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"Ace, can you hear me?" his mother whispered, her voice trembling with worry.
But Ace was beyond responding. He had absorbed too much of the fiery energy, and his body was struggling to cope. His parents could only hold him close, praying that he would recover from this unexpected ordeal.