Tales of the DragonHeart: AshBorn-Chapter 4: Family and Cake-Fight

Ashborn, now reborn as a baby, currently he is only 2 months old.

"I wonder what's new in this world?" he thought, his tiny eyes sparkling with excitement. Unable to speak properly yet, he let out incoherent babbles.

He attempted to move.

"UuuuAAaa!" He let's out a funny sound, as he tried summoning all his strength, only managing to wriggle out of the cradle. He was still not used to his new body.

"Haaaa!" he sighed in frustration, throwing a cute little tantrum.

"Why! Why do I get tired so easily?" he pouted, his adorable expression making the moment even more amusing.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"OH! I know! Status Window!" Stretching his tiny arms forward, closing his eyes as if trying to summon a mysterious power.

Suddenly, something appeared before him.

"Ahh!" he gasped, startled by the unexpected result.

[ [ Status Window ] ]

Name: AshBorn DragonHeart

Age : 1.5 years Title: Son of the Dragons

Strength : 7 Agility : 10

Endurance : 5 Stamina : 3

Senses : 15 Health : 75/75

Mana : 1250 Vitality : 100

Intilligence: 300 Fatigue: 7/10

[ Skills- [Yet to be unlocked]]

"WOW!" His eyes sparkled as he clapped his tiny hands, thoroughly delighted with himself. He studied the status window curiously until another notification popped up:

[Status Window: A Message has been received. Would you like to open it?]

[Y/N]

"A message?" he babbled, tilting his head. "Yes."

[Deity of Light: I see you have opened your status window. So to help you properly accommodate your new body I had to seal most of your memories from your previous life... So essentially you mental age actually matches your real age, except you may be a bit smarter than the other kids your age... that's it,Enjoy your reincarnation.]

"Huh? Seriously! only this? I still have so many questions!" Ashborn blabbed angrily, puffing up his cheeks again.

Another notification appeared.

[A new message has arrived.]

"Hmm... Finally, something useful."

"Open."

[Deity of Light: Oh, by the way, your family is the same family you had in your previous life. Though they don't have memories of their last life, they are the same souls of your family from before.]

"Oh!" Ashborn sighed in relief, a sense of belonging settling over him. He had been feeling slightly out of place, but knowing this made him feel at home again.

"Thank God! Now let's see the other important bits..."

He searched the Status window, only to find nothing else.

"Huh? AT LEAST TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO, GOD DAMN IT!" he shouted, pouting in frustration. Exhausted from his little adventure, Ashborn soon fell asleep.

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Sitting right behind the baby, a tall and handsome man with long black hair and dark eyes, towering over 200 cm, had been watching the baby's adorable actions. His gaze sparkled with amusement. This was none other than Gray DragonHeart, Ashborn's father—the strongest man on the continent, head of the DragonHeart family, and Northern Duke of the empire.

The DragonHeart family was a legendary bloodline, tracing its origins to a union with a dragon, where a great ancestor of their's had married an actual dragon out of love. Their immense strength, mastery of mana, innate combat abilities, and the presence of a "Dragon Heart" were undeniable proofs of their extraordinary legacy. Their influence rivaled, and even surpassed, that of the royal family. Gray himself had once beaten up the current emperor during their youth for disrespecting his parents, and the royal family had been powerless to retaliate.

"HONEY! Please come here!" a soft melodic voice called out. It belonged to Feronia, Ashborn's mother and Gray's wife. She was a high elf of unmatched beauty and the daughter of the Elf King himself. Her silver hair and luminous blue eyes were legendary, granting her special powers which was the result of the blessings he recieved from the world tree. They say all the animals of the forest had gathered to celebrate her birth in the elven kingdom.

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Hours later, Ashborn stirred awake, dreaming of flying through the skies in his dreams.

"Wooo!... The world is spinning!" he thought groggily, still half-asleep. Spinning circles with a funny expression

Khyaa!

"You- Young master is FLYING!" a maid screamed, startled as she saw the baby hovering mid-air.

"WAA...WA..! What just happened?" Ashborn blinked in confusion. He was indeed flying! Convinced it was just a dream, he decided to have some fun while he was at it.

"YEAAAAAAAAAHHHH BOIIIIII !!! You'll never catch me!" he blabbled cutely, zooming around the mansion as the servants chased after him in panic. The maid who originally saw Ashborn floting had already fainted.

Ashborn, enjoying his newfound abilities, slid beneath feet and darted through hallways, outmaneuvering everyone. The knights standing by couldn't help but laugh at the chaos but chose not to intervene, judging to make fun of the servants to be more important. The situation escalated to the point where the servants pleaded with Gray for help, but he, ever the jokester, only made things worse.

"I'll give 1000 gold coins to whoever catches him!" Gray announced with a laugh, casually flying alongside Ashborn, recording the entire escapade and even offering tips on evasion.

"That's my boy!" he cheered.

Eventually, Feronia returned from shopping, only to dodge a flying chunk of cake that nearly hit her.

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"What are you guys doing?!" she yelled, glaring at her husband and child, who were having a full-blown cake fight.

"Hah haa!" The father-son duo laughed, completely ignoring her presence.

With a snap of her fingers, Feronia reversed the mess, restoring the room and its contents to their original state.

"GRAY DRAGONHEART!" she shouted, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Gray froze, realizing he was in trouble.

"Oh-oh! Let's continue this some other time, son!" he said, vanishing before Feronia could scold him.

Ashborn spun in the air, clapping his hands in laughter, but Feronia quickly caught him.

"You've caused a lot of trouble today, Ashborn," she said, falling into a laughter herself.

Holding her mischievous son, Feronia couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaa! You two really are alike.You literally took Like father, like son to a whole another level!"

Ashborn giggled as he drifted off to sleep, tired from the day's excitement.

The next morning, Ashborn woke to a startling realization—his flying antics hadn't been a dream. The recordings were broadcasted across the entire dukedom, earning him the nickname "God of Mischief."

"Damn! That's kinda cool, right?" Ashborn thought, grinning with pride.