A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1476: My Little Moon And Star

Archer teleported back into the Moon Elf’s chamber, his heart pounding as the midwives bustled around. The air was thick with tension, the sharp scent of herbs and sweat mingling in the dimly lit room.

When seeing all this, he thought curiously. ’They are taking their jobs serious, Ella found good people.’

He quickly noticed Hecate’s labor had intensified, each contraction seeming to grip her with a ferocity that surpassed even Sia’s harrowing birth. His brow furrowed, and his hands clenching at his sides as he watched her face contort in pain.

’Why is it worse now?’ he thought as panic welled up.

Fear gnawed at him, deeper than before, as memories of Sia’s ordeal flashed through his mind. Every strained breath Hecate took seemed to pull at his own, his worry mounting with each passing moment.

Archer stood frozen near the doorway, his eyes locked on the Moon Elf as she gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles darkening with each wave of pain. The midwives moved with determination, their tones low but firm as they guided her through the contractions.

One of them, an older woman with silver-streaked hair, glanced at him. ’’Stay close, my Lord,’’ she said, her tone cutting through the haze of his anxiety. ’’She’ll need your strength and love.’’

He nodded, swallowing hard, and crossed the room to Hecate’s side. Her silver hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, and her red eyes, usually so fierce and unyielding, flickered with a vulnerability that twisted his heart.

Archer knelt beside her, taking her hand gently, though her grip tightened like a vice as another contraction seized her. ’’I’m here,’’ he whispered, despite the storm of worry raging within him. ’’You’re doing this, Hecate. You’re stronger than anyone I know.’’

Her lips parted in a strained gasp, but she managed a faint smile, her gaze locking onto his. ’’They’re coming fast,’’ she murmured with tears running down her face. ’’Our girls... they’re ready to meet us after all these years, Arch.’’

The words carried a mix of awe and happiness, grounding Archer even as his fears threatened to spiral out of control. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek, silently sending a stream of mana into her body.

’’Mmmhh~~ Thank you husband,’’ she muttered in relief. ’’Your energy always relaxes me.’’

As this happened, the midwives exchanged glances, their hands moving as they prepared for the delivery. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of Hecate’s labored breaths, each one a testament to her endurance and patience.

’’I’ve been waiting for this day for years,’’ she muttered as the tears got worse. ’’I love you so much, Arch.’’

A smile lit up his face at her words before leaning forward and giving the beautiful elf an affectionate kiss. Following that, his mind raced, torn between the present and the memory of Freya’s easy birth.

’’Now let’s begin and bring the princesses into the world, my lady,’’ one of the older women said to the Moon Elf.

Hecate’s nod was firm, her jaw clenched, and Archer felt the fire of her resolve ignite his wavering courage. He inched closer, his forehead brushing against hers, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.

In a low whisper, he poured words of encouragement, each syllable heavy with conviction, as if willing their shared strength to hold against the storm. The air in the room seemed to pause, suspended, as though the world itself dared not interrupt this moment.

Following this, Hecate’s grip tightened on Archer’s hand as the contractions got worse, as one of the twins was ready to appear. Hours had bled into an eternity, the labor relentless, each contraction a battle in itself.

Archer stayed by her side, his presence a steady anchor through the storm, murmuring words of strength even as his own heart pounded. The midwives moved with urgency, their faces etched with focus.

Finally, as dawn’s first light crept through the narrow window, a cry pierced the air, sharp, defiant, alive. The first twin emerged, her tiny body slick and glistening with blood, her skin a luminous grey like Hecate’s, shimmering faintly under the dim glow of the mana lamps.

’’The first twin is out,’’ one of the women said as she wrapped the baby in a blanket before handing her to her mother.

Archer’s gaze softened as he saw the newborn cradled in Hecate’s arms, her delicate features illuminated by the gentle glow of the room. Her hair, a cascade of silver, flowed like liquid moonlight.

Barely a moment passed before her tiny eyelids fluttered, revealing a pair of striking violet eyes, mirror images of his own. The sight sparked a warmth in his chest, coaxing a smile to his lips as he marveled at their shared connection.

’’She’s adorable, Hecate,’’ he muttered, causing the Moon Elf to agree with a nod as she looked at her daughter.

Though small, her plump cheeks and soft, rounded limbs radiated a quiet perfection, each curve a testament to the fragile beauty of new life. Her pointed elf-like ears, dainty and ever so slightly translucent, quivered with each sound that drifted through the air.

The distant chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves beyond the window, the soft hum of the world awakening. Every twitch seemed to capture life itself, as if she were already attuned to the rhythms of a world she had only just entered.

His heart swelled with awe, knowing she was both a part of him and a wonder entirely her own. Moments later, her sister followed, and another midwife beamed as she announced. ’’The second baby is out, My Lady.’’

Archer’s breath caught as he turned his attention to the second child, nestled gently in Hecate’s other arms. The infant’s skin was a mirror of her mother’s otherworldly complexion, as if kissed by the shadows of a starless night.

Long, snow-white hair framed her tiny face, its strands glinting faintly under the soft lantern light, like frost sparkling on a winter dawn. The contrast was striking, delicate yet bold, a quiet echo of Hecate’s enigmatic presence.

As he leaned closer, the baby stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a pair of large, red eyes, glowing with an intensity that seemed to pierce his soul. They held a depth that was both startling and familiar, a reflection of Hecate’s fierce spirit.

His heart skipped a beat, a mix of awe and reverence washing over him as he traced the uncanny resemblance. Her tiny frame was swaddled in soft cloth, but he could see the faint rise and fall of her chest, steady and strong despite her size.

The baby’s pointed ears twitched faintly at the sound of Hecate’s soothing hum, a melody that seemed to weave magic into the air. His lips curved into a smile, his fingers brushing lightly against the baby’s cheek.

’’She’s perfect,’’ he said, and was amazed how the beautiful but tired woman held both babies, who gazed up at her.

Hecate beamed as she replied. ’’Look at them, Arch, they are already aware of their surroundings.’’

Archer looked at the white-haired baby, whose head snapped toward him as a smile appeared on her little face. When the couple saw this, Hecate handed her over. ’’Here, hold Kela. I’m sure you’ve been excited to meet her.’’

Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached for the bundle in Hecate’s arms, his hands steady yet reverent as he cradled the infant close. His eyes flicked to the other baby, Neoma, her luminous violet gaze fixed on him with an intensity that sent a pang through his chest.

He noticed the baby’s wide stare seemed to carry a quiet expectation, and for a fleeting moment, his heart faltered. He offered her a gentle smile, his tone soft but warm. ’’Just a moment, Neoma. Let me settle, and I’ll hold you too, my little Moon.’’

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved her tiny lips, a gesture so pure it felt like a gift. The sight sent a surge of warmth through him, a quiet joy that anchored him in the moment as they started changing him without knowing it.

Her elf ears twitched slightly, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how such a small being could hold so much presence. Hecate, watching the exchange with eyes bright as starfire, let out a soft laugh that filled the room.

The Moon Elf’s beautiful face glowed with pride as she leaned closer. ’’Look at that, husband,’’ she said, her voice brimming with delight. ’’They already know their father’s heart. They adore you, just as I do.’’

Hecate’s words wove a thread of connection between them all, binding the fragile new family in a moment of unspoken promise. His gaze softened, his heart swelling as he looked between the two infants, one in his arms, the other waiting patiently, knowing they were his world, now and always.

Once settled, Hecate gently passed Neoma to him. He gazed down at the two babies, their eyes fixed on him, and whispered. ’’Kela, you’re my little star, and Neoma, you’re my moon. Never forget that.’’