5 Quinn Moore (2/2)

”Dear bring the baby to me, let me have a good look at him.” his mother asked his father there was eagerness and affection in her voice.

Then his father took him from the women's hand gently and when he was in his father's hands he could sense warmth and care. Then he was passed to his mother, there he felt like he was in the safest place in the world.

Then his mother stared at him for long time, and then gave a bright smile. ”Andre look the kid's just like you; he's surly going to disturb many beauties sleep once he grows.”

”Yea, he will surely be well accomplished with many wives and even more girls chasing him, whose son do you think he is?” Both the couple was bickering completely ignoring the mid wife.

Though Alistair was eager to learn more about his new life, a sudden drowsiness came over him and he couldn't resist the sleepiness, slowly slipped into deep sleep.

”Hey Andre what can we name him?” His mother was observing Alistair who was sleeping and asked her husband without lifting her head. She was thinking of different names for Alistair.

”Pass him over, let me take a good look at our son.” His father took Alistair from his mother and teased him a bit. Since Alistair was asleep he did not respond, then he thought for some time before coming up with names.

”Helena, how about Quinn?” Andre asked Helena, and then Helena approved the name with satisfied nod.

”Hey sleepy head you will called Quinn Moore. Do you like your name Kiddo?” Thus Alistair got his new name without his consent. Couple started to get more rowdy as they were too happy. But his parents conveniently forgot about their sleeping kid.

”Madame, young master is asleep, so please don't disturb him.” the mid wife reminded Helena in a monotonous tone. Immediately both his parents stopped talking and then his father went out leaving the two women and child on the room.

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Alistair found himself in the white room again, but this time he was a small baby and not in his soul form. Moreover, his movements weren't restricted like earlier. He was able to move freely without any restrains. Alistair waited for Tool spirit's cold voice. After sometime he started loose his patients so shouted for the tool spirit.

Then a small boy around 10 years suddenly appeared before him. The kid was wearing a long yellow robe and he was bald but it was somehow complementing his attire. He was like a cute little shaolin monk.

His black pupil was too clear and pure, not even a hint of darkness could be sensed form his bright eyes. He was like light god's son, the radiance he emanated could make anyone bow before him in awe except his aura somehow failed to imitate Alistair.

[Welcome Host. Thanks for enduring the painful fusion. I'm not the tool spirit; I'm the treasure soul or Zenith box's soul. My name is Elgar.]

Elgar's voice was like a small kid but it didn't contain any immaturity or childishness. It was filled with wisdom like hearing an old sage's golden words. At the same time Elgar was more like a human compared to the tool spirit or the Guardian.

”Nice to meet you Elgar and how old are you.” Alistair was curious about Elgar's real age as he was too mature to be a kid; he was like an old sage.