Reborn with Eyes of Fate-Chapter 23: Welcoming The New Family Member

The sun dipped behind the shattered peaks of Light Island, casting long violet shadows over the battlefield where the Sovereign Beast had fallen.

In the clearing, Evon and his companions worked together to set up a temporary camp.

Veyra summoned small mobile cyber shelters — sleek, metallic tents that shimmered under the faint moonlight. Naia crafted a freshwater stream nearby using her water magic, while Sythara collected wood and rocks for a firepit, her dragonic strength making the task effortless. Lyria ignited a small, controlled flame with her True Fire, its warmth pushing back the evening chill.

Yena stood quietly at first, watching them with wide, childlike curiosity.

Everything about the way they moved together — the casual familiarity, the silent trust — made her chest ache with longing.

*Family.*

Something she hadn't known in what felt like centuries.

Evon noticed her lingering gaze and approached her, his voice gentle. "Yena, you're one of us now. Come — let's do this together."

She blinked, startled, but then smiled shyly and nodded.

With delicate movements, Yena summoned tendrils of soft golden light that floated into the shelters, weaving themselves into radiant, cozy blankets and pillows.

The others watched with impressed smiles.

"Whoa, that's so pretty," Naia said, giggling as a blanket draped itself around her shoulders, still faintly glowing.

"You've got talent," Veyra said with an approving nod.

Sythara chuckled, setting down the last of the wood. "You're going to spoil us with that kind of comfort."

Yena laughed lightly, her heart filling with a warm, unfamiliar sense of belonging.

When the fire crackled to life and the stars unveiled themselves across the darkening sky, the companions finally gathered around the flames.

They sat in a loose circle — Evon in the center, flanked by Lyria, Naia, Sythara, Veyra, and now Yena.

There was a brief, comfortable silence as they simply enjoyed the feeling of being together after a brutal day.

Then, Evon spoke, his voice low and inviting.

"Tonight," he said, "isn't just about surviving another battle. It's about *welcoming you*, Yena."

He turned his head, smiling warmly at her.

"You're one of us now. You fought with us, healed me, saved me."

Naia beamed. "And you're adorable, too."

Lyria smirked. "And powerful. Always a good bonus."

Veyra leaned back, folding her arms behind her head. "And that healing... I could use a little spa session after today."

Everyone chuckled softly.

Yena felt a lump form in her throat. Tears welled up, but she blinked them away, smiling through them.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I... never thought I would feel this again. Home. Family."

Evon extended his hand to her.

She took it without hesitation.

He gently pulled her closer, and the others scooted in as well, tightening the circle.

One by one, each of the girls leaned against Evon or each other, their bodies warm and relaxed under the starlight.

Veyra sighed softly. "Feels nice like this... after everything."

Naia giggled, resting her head on Evon's left shoulder. "Mmm... warm..."

Sythara's long tail lazily curled around the circle. "A dragon's circle... protecting our bond."

Lyria pressed lightly against Evon's right side, smirking up at him. "Bet you're loving this, huh?"

Evon chuckled. "I'm grateful. Every second."

Yena sat close in front of him, her legs folded neatly beneath her, gazing up at him with her vibrant green eyes.

"Evon," she said shyly, "can I... stay close to you tonight?"

He smiled, reaching out to brush a lock of golden hair from her face.

"Of course," he murmured.

The mood shifted subtly — warmer, deeper, more intimate.

The fire cracked and danced, casting golden light across their intertwined forms.

Yena leaned into Evon's chest hesitantly at first, but he welcomed her with a gentle embrace.

She sighed against him, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

It was like something inside her — something that had been frozen for centuries — finally melted.

Naia lifted her head slightly, grinning. "Well, if she gets a spot, then so do I."

She cuddled closer, giggling.

Sythara gave a rumbling, amused growl, shifting so her wings formed a soft enclosure around them all.

Veyra snorted lightly. "Guess it's a cuddle pile now."

"Not complaining," Lyria said smoothly, nuzzling her head against Evon's neck. "Not one bit."

Evon laughed softly, pulling all of them closer with his arms.

He leaned his chin lightly atop Yena's head, his heart full.

There, under the stars, wrapped in warmth and trust, they stayed for a long while.

Talking quietly.

Laughing.

Sharing little touches.

Letting the intimacy of survival and victory forge something deeper.

At some point, Naia whispered, "Hey, Evon...?"

"Hmm?"

"You saved us all again," she said, voice heavy with emotion. "Thank you. For never giving up."

The others murmured their agreement, pressing closer.

Evon kissed the top of Yena's head, then brushed his lips along Lyria's hair, then Naia's forehead, then Sythara's scaled temple, and finally Veyra's soft hair.

"You saved me too," he said simply.

They all smiled, snuggling tighter around him, and the world outside their little camp faded into insignificance.

Only their breathing, their shared heartbeat, the crackle of fire, and the glittering stars remained.

And in the sacred warmth of their circle —

A new bond was sealed.

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The faintest glimmer of dawn painted the eastern skies in soft strokes of gold and lavender.

Birdsong, light and hesitant, stirred from the deep jungles surrounding the camp.

Evon stirred first.

He opened his eyes to find himself buried in a warm pile of soft bodies — Naia curled against his chest, her long teal hair spilling across him; Lyria sprawled lazily over his right arm; Sythara's wing draped like a protective canopy overhead; Veyra, breathing steadily, hugged his waist with surprising strength; and Yena, her golden hair shimmering faintly under the early light, snuggled directly over his heart.

He smiled warmly.

His world.

His companions.

He carefully shifted, brushing light kisses to each of them to wake them gently.

"Morning..." he whispered into Yena's ear.

She stirred, blinking those vivid green eyes at him, confused for a moment, then smiled sweetly.

"Morning..." she breathed.

Naia murmured a sleepy protest. "Mmmm... five more minutes... warm Evon pillow..."

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Lyria smirked, cracking open one ruby eye. "Told you he'd spoil us."

Sythara rumbled a low laugh. "I could stay like this all day... but we have a home waiting."

Veyra yawned and stretched, her cybernetic eye softly glowing. "Mmm... mission complete. Time to go back, huh?"

Evon chuckled and sat up, careful not to disturb the cozy nest too much.

"Yeah," he said, voice steady. "It's time. We've achieved what we came for. Now... we bring Yena home."

The girls slowly roused themselves, stretching and laughing softly, sharing sleepy, affectionate looks and light kisses.

The fire from the night before had burned down to mere embers, but a quick flick of Lyria's fingers reignited a small, steady flame.

Breakfast was simple — roasted fruits and soft bread that Naia conjured using her new partial ice-light magic, thanks to her recent awakening.

While eating, Evon gathered them around the central fire.

He gazed around at each of them, his heart overflowing with pride and love.

"Listen," he said. "Today we'll leave Light Island behind. We've fought hard. We've won battles that should have been impossible."

He looked at Yena meaningfully.

"And we found something more precious than any treasure."

Yena blushed deeply under his gaze, bowing her head in gratitude.

Evon continued, "The way back won't be easy. Light Island is peaceful now that the Sovereign Beast is gone, but the seas beyond it are dangerous. We'll travel together. We'll protect each other."

Naia giggled, twirling a lock of her hair. "As if we'd ever be apart."

Sythara grinned, baring her sharp teeth. "Let any monster try. I'll crush them."

Veyra nodded, her cybernetic gauntlet flashing as she activated her scouting drones.

"I'll deploy aerial drones to scout ahead. No surprises."

Lyria leaned back, arms behind her head. "I'll be ready to roast anything that gets too close."

Yena smiled hesitantly. "I don't know how much I can help... but I'll try my best."

"You already saved me," Evon said warmly. "That's more than enough."

He stood then, brushing the dust off his clothes.

"Pack up, everyone. We move in an hour."

They dismantled the temporary camp efficiently, years of experience making every motion seamless.

Veyra's cyber warriors melted back into digital particles, disappearing into her internal storage dimension.

Naia dispersed the water she had summoned, feeding it back into the natural streams.

Sythara gathered leftover supplies and compacted them effortlessly with her dragonic strength.

Yena assisted wherever she could, weaving light shields around their travel packs to make them lighter.

When everything was ready, they made their way to the shore where a small yet sleek vessel awaited them — a vessel conjured by Sythara's space magic, fused with Veyra's cyber technology.

It looked like a living fusion of light, metal, and magic — strong enough to weather storms, fast enough to outrun sea monsters.

They boarded swiftly.

Yena marveled as she stepped onto the ship.

"I've... never seen anything like this," she said in awe, tracing her fingers along the shimmering deck.

"It's our baby," Naia said proudly, patting the ship. "Fastest ship on the seas!"

Evon helped Yena find a seat near the front, giving her the best view.

The ship lifted off from the shore smoothly, gliding over the crystal waters.

Winds swept past, stirring hair and clothes, but the vessel remained steady.

For the first few hours, they simply enjoyed the open sea.

The gentle crash of waves against the hull.

The taste of salt in the air.

The warmth of companionship.

Yena sat wide-eyed beside Evon, her hand occasionally brushing his.

Each time, she would glance at him shyly and smile — and he would smile back, a silent promise that she belonged here.

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon once more, Naia, perched at the bow, pointed excitedly.

"There it is!"

Everyone leaned forward.

In the distance — faint but unmistakable — rose the shimmering outline of their home continent.

Vast forests, glimmering lakes, towering mountains kissed by clouds.

And nestled at the heart of it all — a sprawling, multi-tiered residence built by their own hands.

It was a beautiful fusion of natural beauty and sophisticated design — partly ancient stone, partly cyber-enhanced architecture, partly elemental magic woven into the very foundations.

Yena's breath caught in her throat.

"It's... beautiful," she whispered.

Evon chuckled softly. "Wait until you see it up close."

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The ship touched down smoothly in the harbor bay near their home.

The girls leapt off first, stretching their limbs and laughing, clearly thrilled to be back.

Evon turned to Yena, offering his hand.

"Ready?"

She took it without hesitation.

They walked together up the winding path toward their residence.

The huge double doors swung open as they approached, responding to Veyra's hidden command codes.

The first thing Yena noticed was the garden — a massive, lush expanse filled with every imaginable kind of flower, tree, and fountain, all maintained by Naia's loving care.

Golden light filters gently through the branches, casting dancing patterns across the white marble walkways.

"Wow..." she murmured.

Naia beamed. "I grew all this!"

Inside, the halls stretched wide and high — filled with vibrant tapestries, artifacts from their travels, and powerful relics.

Every corner radiated warmth and life.

"This is your home too now," Evon said softly.

He led her from room to room:

— The Grand Hall, where they gathered for meetings and celebrations.

— The Library, stuffed with ancient knowledge and new discoveries.

— The Training Grounds, expansive and open to sky and stars.

— The Bath House, infused with light crystals and endless warm pools.

— Their shared Residence Hall — individual rooms connected by a wide, open lounge where they often spent their nights tangled together in laughter and intimacy.

At last, Evon paused in front of a new door.

It shimmered slightly, woven of gold and white stone, waiting.

"This," he said, "is for you."

He opened it.

Inside was a beautiful room — warm, welcoming, decorated in hues of soft gold, cream, and sky blue.

A canopy bed with sheer curtains.

Crystalline lamps that bathed the space in soft light.

A balcony overlooking the lake beyond.

Yena gasped, pressing her hands to her mouth.

"You... made this... for me?" she whispered.

Evon nodded, smiling tenderly.

"You're family now. You deserve a place that's yours."

Tears slid down her cheeks, and without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms.

"Thank you," she whispered against his chest. "Thank you, Evon... everyone... thank you for saving me."

The others gathered around, hugging them both tightly.

Naia grinned. "Group hug mandatory!"

Veyra laughed. "You're stuck with us now."

Sythara rumbled affectionately. "Family doesn't end at blood. It grows by heart."

Lyria smirked, leaning into the hug. "Welcome home, Yena."

In that moment — wrapped in their arms, surrounded by warmth and love — Yena knew:

She had found her true home.

She belonged here.

Forever.

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