Chapter 195: Preparation for the Birth
Time was passing with a speed full of hope, and signs of the new guest's approach were felt in every corner of the wooden house. Diyari, who had now dedicated all his energy to protecting and serving Rina, decided that they must prepare a worthy place for this new legend. He knew that this child was not just an ordinary human, but a carrier of a cosmic light, so the place where he would be born and grow up must be full of that pure energy that harmonizes with the child's soul. Diyari contacted Aryan, and together they began planning to create a special room unlike any other place in the world.
The preparations began from the garden. Diyari and Aryan brought the best type of white wood from distant forests, those trees that had absorbed sunlight for centuries and possessed a calming energy. With his tired hands but a heart full of love, Diyari began carving the wooden pieces. He did not want to create just a simple room; he wanted every wall and every corner to contain a story. Aryan, with his rich experience, helped Diyari and taught him how to carve ancient patterns of light into the wood, so the room would become a natural shield to protect the child from any negative energy.
Rina watched them from afar with a deep smile on her lips. She saw how her father and her husband had united in such a way to welcome a new generation. The preparations were not just carpentry, but a spiritual process. Diyari created a cradle in the middle of the room made of "Radiant Cypress" wood, and he lubricated it with a type of natural oil that had a soothing scent. Aryan also planted white magical stones in the four corners of the room, so they would always have a faint and peaceful light, even when the light of the sun and moon vanished.
Every day, Diyari spent several hours engraving the ceiling of the room. He had created patterns of stars and constellations in it, in a way that when the child looked upward, he would feel as if he were sleeping in the embrace of the universe. Rina also participated in the preparations by weaving the softest silk fabrics decorated with white and golden colors. With her own hands, she created a pillow and a blanket for the child in which she had embedded her own white light, to grant warmth and peace to the child's delicate body. This was not just a room, but a small temple of love.
The preparations reached the final stage when Diyari created a large window for the room facing the side where the sun rises. He wanted the first ray of morning to directly reach the child's cradle. Aryan sprinkled his blessings over the room and said: "Here, a generation will grow that will lead the world toward the light." When Rina entered the completed room for the first time, she cried. She felt all the exhaustion and love that Diyari and her father had spent on it. Everything was ready; it only remained for that delicate voice to enter the room that everyone was waiting for.
In a corner of the room, Diyari had made a wooden chair for Rina so that when she held her child in her arms, she would feel peaceful. He had even covered all the sharp corners of the room with soft fabric, as a sign of the detail and kindness he had in his heart. Preparation for the birth had made the house become a center of positive energy that even the village people felt from afar. Everyone knew that within these wooden walls, a new history was about to be written.
At night, Rina and Diyari sat together in the new room and spoke of the future that would begin from this room. Diyari would place his hand on Rina's stomach and say: "Everything is ready for you, just come and fill this house with your light." The preparations had ended, and now only a silence full of anticipation gripped every place. They knew that this room would become the nest of the first laughter, the first step, and the first radiance of the legend named the new generation of light.
The atmosphere of the house had changed into a sanctuary of peace. Every morning, the sunlight would reflect off the white wooden walls, creating a natural glow that matched the internal light Rina felt within her. Diyari had also prepared a small storage area within the room for the sacred herbs Aryan provided, which would be used to ensure the health of both mother and child during the delivery. The scent of lavender and sandalwood permeated the air, creating a meditative environment that helped Rina stay calm despite the physical challenges of the final weeks.
Aryan visited frequently, not just as a father but as a guardian of the ancient light, ensuring that the spiritual barriers of the room were strong. He and Diyari spent evenings discussing the ancient prophecies, realizing that the child's birth would mark the definitive end of the shadow era. Rina, listening to their deep conversations, felt a profound sense of responsibility. She spent her days in the cradle's vicinity, humming ancient melodies that her mother once sang, believing that the vibrations of these songs would strengthen the child's connection to his heritage.
As the final days approached, the entire hill seemed to hold its breath. Even the animals of the forest gathered peacefully near the house, as if they too were aware of the significance of the upcoming event. The white stones Aryan had placed began to pulse with a soft, rhythmic light, synchronized with Rina's heartbeat. Diyari kept a constant vigil, his eyes filled with a mixture of nervous excitement and protective ferocity. He had checked the structural integrity of the house and the comfort of the birthing room a thousand times, leaving nothing to chance.
The love between Rina and Diyari had reached a level of maturity that transcended words. In the quiet moments they shared in the prepared room, they didn't need to speak; the silent communion of their lights told the story of their journey from the darkness of war to this threshold of new life. Rina felt completely safe, knowing that the environment prepared for her child was a manifestation of the purest intentions. The cradle stood ready, the fabrics were soft, and the light was welcoming.
The final night before the change, the sky was exceptionally clear, and the stars seemed to shine brighter over the wooden house. Aryan stood outside, looking at the horizon, sensing the shift in the world's energy. Inside, Rina rested in the wooden chair Diyari had built, feeling the immense power within her ready to be unleashed into the world. Diyari sat at her feet, his hand resting gently on hers, both of them anchored in the sanctuary they had built with their own hands and hearts. The stage was set for the miracle of the new generation.
Written by: Dlin_myth