Lucas's point of view
"Waaaaaaah"
"Waaaaaaah"
The cries of a baby resonated noisily in my ears. A yell of annoyance escaped me out of reflex, desperately wanting someone to shut their child up, but it only made the cries louder. I slowly opened my eyes, escaping from the darkness, only to see the ceiling of a white room. The baby kept on wailing as I persistently screamed at whoever owned that child. Suddenly, I stopped, realizing that I could not hear my voice. The cries and wails of the baby stopped with me. Relief was all that filled me at the sudden silence.
My lips slowly curled into a smile before I froze. My last memories all slammed into me. The memories of my cowardly escape from the terrifying, hollow life I lived. Was I not supposed to be dead? I vividly remembered the tears, the despair, the misery, the grief, and then me jumping off the high rise building. Did someone save me? I thought. The idea of repeating that wretched life at once drove me into depression. Yes, I was depressed, but I also abruptly noticed that the baby had stopped wailing at the same moment that I had stopped talking.
I tried to test the theory by trying to communicate again, but all I could hear was the sound of the baby wailing. "I am the baby," I thought. I was so terrified by this abrupt realization that I began to scream and yell. To keep me from freaking out, the woman who was meant to be my mother held me to her bosom and rocked me. Strangely enough, it did the trick, and I was beginning to nod off. "His name is Aslan Ambrose," I heard before I gave into the darkness that is slumber. I giggled a little at the name and nodded off.
3rd person's point of view
Even though the child was crying loudly, the mother was not bothered because she knew what she went through to get to this point. After a successful birth, both parents were shocked but happy tears came out of their eyes. As their tears dried, they saw something strange in their child's eyes: a medley of colors that looked like anything but light. They were shocked and talked to each other in silence through their mind link.
"Chandra, look at Aslan's eyes," Calypso said first.
Then Chandra said, "Yes, I see it. What could it mean?"
Calypso said, "It shows how powerful he is. We need to keep him safe for the rest of his life."
She told him, "Of course, he is our only child."
From the outside, it looked like two happy parents were comforting a crying kid. But from both their viewpoints, their worry was stronger than tears. Instead of worrying about the child's cries, they were worried about what his incredible power might mean for everyone, fearing that it could start a war across the continent which could potentially cause his death. The worried mother quietly put the kid to her bosom to hide his eyes from the spectators while consoling her child. Killing two birds with one stone.
Lucas (Aslan's) POV
I woke up again; this time I was in a crib, and beautiful angels were flying above me. I wanted them to stop, so I imagined them stopping, and it stopped. I thought that was weird, but I glossed over it because I thought, oh, it might be a coincidence. I kept watching it, and I thought I wanted to move again, this time faster. As I was thinking this in my head, it started moving faster, and as I watched it, I giggled because what it was doing was entertaining in my eyes. I stopped paying attention and realized that it went back to how it was originally moving. I thought this was weird and started panicking which led to me crying loudly.
While I was crying, my parents quickly ran to me to check on me. When they came in, they paused for a bit and watched me in awe. A few seconds later, my mom shook her head and came to carry me to her bosom and rocked me gently to stop me from crying. My dad still stared in awe, but when he came to, he looked at my mom, and it looked like they had a short conversation in their heads.
Anyway, my baby brain could not fathom much, so I just paid attention to the gentle rocking and stopped crying and panicking. As I was calm, I looked around my surroundings and was in awe of how the whole environment looked. It was stunning. Our house looked to be a very open place. All the rooms were private though. When my mom took me outside, I saw plants all around, and there was a lot of magical stuff happening.
When you looked in the huts, you saw families just enjoying their company with each other; you saw children playing, screaming, jumping, and just having fun. However, as I kept looking, I realized that everybody had some sort of energy coming out of their hands, mouths, or bodies in general. I don't know how or why I was seeing that, but based on the effects, I concluded that everyone had magical powers. I got happy and wondered excitedly what power I would have, but once I thought of it, my past life flashed before my eyes, and I went back into my depressing mood because I figured that this new life I am living will be the same as my past life. But I remembered, however, that in the morning when I woke up, staring at the angels, whatever I thought I wanted it to do, it did.
When I came to this realization, I wanted to test the theory, so I looked at the kids playing and saw that the wood that they were playing with had been abandoned so I decided to test the theory by using the abandoned wood. As I looked at the wood, I willed it to move to the left and it did, but it was also kind of windy, and the wood was small, so I ruled it a coincidence and decided to try moving it to the right and it did. I figured I had powers, but I didn't want to accept them, so I tried to lift the wood a few feet from the ground.
As I was having fun with this, amid my joy, a shadow of despair crept over me as I contemplated the fleeting nature of my newfound powers. The fear gnawed at me, whispering that just as I had lost my family and my old life, I would lose these abilities. Little did I know, as I grappled with these thoughts, that Caspian Tremaine, a harbinger of trouble yet to come, was already weaving curses against my very existence. Oblivious to the brewing storm, I sank deeper into my melancholy, oblivious to the extraordinary events unfolding around me. My parents, watching me in awe, felt a tremor of concern as they sensed something amiss, but my despair held me captive, shielding me from the truth.
Chandra's Point of View
I heard my child crying; he sounded like he was panicking, so I jumped and woke my wife up because I thought there might be something wrong with my son. When she woke up and heard, she also jumped to action, and together we ran to our child's room. When we got there, he was glowing, not just of one color but of several, which may not have even been five, but more because it was so bright not so bright that it would blind us, but it looked beautiful. My wife looked in awe, very surprised. I wasn't shocked because I had the same look on my face. This has never happened before; the powers of children usually develop when they grow and become ten years old. Our son's powers were beginning to show, and he wasn't even a month old.
As we looked in awe and lost in thought, the piercing cry of our son reached our ears, so we ran to him, and my wife picked him up and rocked him gently so he would stop crying. As she rocked him, my wife and I spoke telepathically. "Calypso, even though he's really beautiful, I'm really worried about him," I said. Calypso replied, "Chandra, I understand. He may have to grow faster than other children." I said, "That's true based on the colors of the glow; he has multiple powers. I think he may be in danger too." Calypso replied, "That's true. The demons have been looking for kids like this". I noticed that Calypso had started to panic, so I told her we should probably take him out. It's kind of stuffy here. But before we went, we decided that we would protect our son from any dangers, but we would not let him lose his childhood like we lost ours. So, we went outside.
While we were outside, we realized our son was kind of using his powers, which was supposed to be impossible because he hadn't grown enough to have control of them yet. We quickly took him inside after looking at him in awe again. When we got inside and my wife rocked our son gently, coaxing him to sleep, we went back to the living room and spoke about what school we were going to take him to that would enable him to be protected and learn control at the same time, as well as what any of his powers were going to be used for.
As we brainstormed on what school to take him to, we asked everyone, leaving out Caspian, our best friend, which school was the best without going into detail about everything, and with the responses, we concluded that we would take him to a school called Astral Nexus Academy, which was a private school in the enchanted forest of Astorica. It was very well protected, and it had very good reviews coming from everybody who spoke about it. We didn't speak to our best friend Caspian about any of this because he couldn't be trusted.
Even though he had been with us for a while and never let us down, for some reason whenever he tried to speak to our kid or carry him, he would get panicky, scream and cry until either Calypso or me left him. That only happened with Caspian. Besides, we have not spoken to him for a while since my wife gave birth, and we did not know whether to trust him or not as a result. Even though we had decided on a school and were happy about our choice, we didn't know that taking him to this school would change his life forever.
Caspian's Point of View
I lingered on the balcony of my hut, eyes narrowing at the distant glow of Chandra and Calypso's home. Weeks had passed since I had last seen them, and the absence gnawed at me like a blade. If I did not appear soon, they might sense the truth, the burning resentment I harbored for that wretched child, that living embodiment of their joy and my betrayal. My lips curled into a practiced smile, but inside, a storm raged.
I descended toward their hut, forcing calm over the seething fury within me. Calypso and Chandra were clever, far too clever to let me slip, yet I would not falter. I had to maintain the mask of the loyal friend, the devoted confidant. All the while, my mind churned, weaving the first threads of a plan that would undo them.
When I arrived, they were oblivious, laughing together as if the world itself had no darker corners. Their son, that thing, moved the air around it, a faint glow radiating from its skin. A piece of wood levitated with a mere flick of his tiny hand. My jaw tightened. Already powerful. Too powerful. My pulse thrummed with both fear and hunger, fear of what it could become, hunger for the power I could claim from it.
The parents retreated inside, shielding their prize, leaving me to watch from the shadows. And in that quiet, my thoughts sharpened. This child was not merely a nuisance, it was a gateway, a tool, a key. And I would find a way to bend it to my will, to twist its nascent abilities into something I could control.
I noticed the faint hum of their group trance, the way they whispered without words, plotting the child's future. I had been excluded. Was it caution, or had they glimpsed the faintest stirrings of my intentions? A flicker of doubt passed through me, quickly suppressed. No. They could not see me yet. They would not. Not until my designs were complete.
I clenched my fists, letting the shadow of my thoughts stretch and darken. Soon, the child would be mine, or it would burn, and with it, the happiness of those fools who dared call themselves my friends. Patience, I reminded myself. Power favors the cunning, and I would wait. I always waited.