A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1492 - 1492: She's… Yours?

Archer returned to the Domain, where his siblings were sitting around smiling. When the group spotted him, they got happy. Oswyn jumped up and rushed in his direction before embracing him.

He didn’t know what to do, but accepted the gesture as his older brother finally spoke. ”It’s good to see you, Arch. I’m happy that you’re alive and well.”

”I’m all right,” he murmured, his voice steady yet warm as he returned the embrace. ”You all need to take a moment, rest, and regain your strength. You guys have been through enough for one day.”

Oswyn, his eyes bright with relief, nodded in silent agreement, stepping back just as their sisters hurried forward. Kestria, her brown hair catching the faint light, threw her arms around him with a fierceness that spoke of weeks spent in worry.

Her grip was tight, as though she feared he might vanish again. ”Thank you, brother,” she said, her voice brimming with gratitude and joy. ”Thank you for coming for us. I don’t know what we’d have done without you.”

A soft smile curved Archer’s lips as he hugged her back, his hands gentle but firm, grounding her in the moment. ”You’re safe now, Kestria. That’s what matters.”

He pulled back slightly, his gaze shifting to include both sisters. ”I need you two to lend a hand with the women and their babies. They could use your help.”

At his words, Kestria and Dara froze, their eyes widening in unison. Dara, her voice tinged with disbelief, leaned forward. ”Wait, you’re a father?” she asked, her tone caught somewhere between astonishment and curiosity.

”Yes to four beautiful little girls,” he revealed with a smile. ”Would you like to meet the oldest? Sia would have finished feeding her.”

When his sibling heard the name, their jaws dropped as Jal asked in a quiet tone. ”Aunty Sia?” Part of a series hosted by * (MV&LEMP&YR).

”Yes,” he answered, chuckling. ”Let me go get Freya.”

With a thought, Archer teleported to Sia’s room, the faint hum of his teleportation fading into the quiet. The older woman was seated on a plush rug, her laughter mingling with the delighted giggles of a white-haired toddler who toddled about with an angelic glow.

Freya, the little girl, clutched a wooden toy in her tiny hands, her big blue eyes sparkling with mischief. As he appeared, both turned toward him, their faces lighting up with beautiful smiles.

”Afternoon, Arch!” Sia greeted, her voice warm and teasing as she rose to her feet, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. ”What brings you here so suddenly? Not that we’re complaining about the company.”

Archer’s expression softened, though a flicker of something heavier lingered in his eyes. He crouched down to Freya’s level, ruffling her snowy hair as she squealed and reached for him while babbling.

Scooping her into his arms, he stood, cradling her gently before meeting the older woman’s curious gaze.

”I want to introduce Freya to my siblings,” he revealed while tickling the bundle of joy. ”I just rescued them from my father. He… locked them up. All of them. Just because they showed me love.”

Sia’s smile faded, her brow furrowing as the gravity of his words settled over her. She stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on his arm. ”Oh, Arch,” she murmured. ”That’s… I can’t imagine what they’ve been through.”

She glanced at Freya, who was oblivious to the conversation, happily tugging at his collar. ”But bringing her to them, it’s a good thing. A new beginning.”

Archer nodded, his jaw tightening briefly as he pushed back the memories of his father’s cruelty. ”They deserve to know her,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to Freya, who beamed up at him with unbridled trust. “And I want Freya to grow up knowing her family, her real family. Not the kind that locks love away like they did to me.”

The older woman’s eyes softened, and she gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. ”Then let’s get her ready. They’re going to adore her, I’m sure of it,” she paused, a playful glint returning to her expression. ”Though I warn you, Kestria might try to steal her for cuddles the moment she sees those big eyes of hers and those adorable little ears.”

He chuckled, the sound easing the tension in his shoulders. ”She can try,” he said, hoisting the baby higher in his arms. ”But this one’s got a fierce grip. Come on, let’s go make some introductions.”

”Hold your Wyverns!” Sia exclaimed. ”Let me get her dressed.”

Following that, Archer stood as Sia, with a knowing smile, stepped forward, her hands outstretched. ”Come here, little star,” she cooed. ”Let’s get you ready to meet your uncles and aunts.”

He instantly and carefully passed her to Sia. The older woman cradled her with ease, chuckling as the baby squealed in delight, her small hands reaching for her mother’s dangling black locks.

”Oh, you’re a handful today, aren’t you?” she teased, avoiding the grabby fingers as she carried the bundle of happiness to a nearby table with soft blankets and a small basket of clothes.

Archer leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a quiet smile. The Dragonkin beauty set Freya down on the blanket, where the baby immediately tried to roll onto her side, giggling as Sia gently nudged her back.

”Hold still, you wiggleworm,” Sia said playfully, pulling out a tiny dress embroidered with silver threads that shimmered in the sunlight. ”We’ve got to make you look extra special for your big day.”

Freya, far from protesting, seemed to revel in the attention. She clapped her hands as Sia slipped the dress over her head, her laughter bubbling up like a melody when she was tickled on her tummy.

”There we go,” Sia murmured, smoothing the fabric and tying a delicate ribbon around the baby’s waist.

Archer watched as she then reached for a soft brush, gently running it through their daughter’s fluffy locks. The little one’s eyes widened in fascination, her head tilting as she watched her mother’s every move, utterly enchanted.

”Look at you, practically glowing, my little darling,” Sia said, holding Freya up to admire her handiwork. The toddler kicked her legs in excitement.

His gorgeous wife laughed, turning to him. ”She’s ready to steal some hearts, Arch. Your siblings won’t know what hit them.”

Archer pushed off the wall, his expression warm but tinged with a protective pride. ”She’s already got mine,” he said quietly, stepping closer.

She carefully placed the bouncing baby back in his arms, and the toddler immediately snuggled against his chest, her tiny hand patting his cheek as she babbled something incomprehensible but unmistakably happy.

”She loved every second of that,” Sia remarked, folding the blanket with a satisfied nod. ”Now go show her off. Those aunts and uncles are in for a treat.”

Archer nodded, his gaze lingering on Freya, who looked up at him with a beaming smile. ”Thanks,” he said before leaning forward and kissing the older woman.

The baby watched this and started clapping while squealing happily. When the couple separated, Sia leaned over and kissed their daughter on the forehead. ”Be good for your father, baby girl. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

With a soft shimmer of light, Archer teleported back to the Domain where his siblings waited, Freya cradled securely in his arms. The faint hum of his arrival was overshadowed by the baby’s delighted babbling, her high-pitched coos echoing through the clearing.

Her eyes darted about, taking in the new faces. He noticed her glow seemed to brighten with excitement as she clutched at his shirt. Oswyn, Fal, and Ryn, who had been murmuring among themselves, turned abruptly at the sound.

Their eyes widened, and they froze, struck still by the sight of the white-haired child in his arms. Oswyn’s jaw dropped slightly, his gaze flickering between them, as if struggling to reconcile the image of his brother with this tiny, radiant being.

Fal’s hand paused mid-gesture, and Ryn’s usually blue, sharp eyes softened, a rare look of wonder crossing his face. Dara and Kestria, standing closer to the center of the room, reacted with less restraint.

Their faces lit up, and they bounded forward, their steps quick and eager. But as they drew near, the young women stopped short, their excitement tempered by awe as they gazed at Freya.

Freya, oblivious to their hesitation, beamed at them, her silver eyes sparkling with unbridled joy. She waved a chubby hand, her babbling growing louder as if greeting them in her language.

”She’s… yours?” Dara whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and delight.

”Of course she is,” he answered, beaming. ”This bundle of charm is my good looks and her mother’s attitude.”

Freya leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped together as if resisting the urge to reach out. Kestria, her brown hair falling over her shoulder, mirrored Dara’s expression, her eyes glistening.

”Brother, she’s beautiful,” she breathed, her voice catching. ”Look at those adorable little ears, that glow… she’s like a little star.”

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