The air shimmered like liquid starlight as **Healda** materialized before them, her form shifting between mercury waves and the curves of a queen. When she settled, it was into a shape both regal and radiant, her silver skin reflecting the cosmos etched into Magnar's hide.
**"I am Healda,"** she breathed, her voice the chime of distant constellations. One hand rested on the subtle swell of her abdomen. **"Keeper of this wandering star, wife to Magnar the Eternal, and mother to the light growing within me."** She bowed her head. **"Forgive me if my strength wanes—and I can't control my strength.the fever of creation burns in my veins."**
Kale stepped forward, shadows peeling away to reveal his princely guise—all smoldering charm and effortless grace. He increases his size.He took Healda's offered hand, pressing a kiss to her mercury knuckles. **"My lady,"** he murmured, **"your radiance humbles all maidens."**
Liora rolled her eyes, though her pulse betrayed her.
Healda laughed, the sound like crystal struck by moonlight. **"Oh, I like this one."** Her quicksilver eyes danced. **"Does your fiery companion know you flirt with cosmic forces?"**
Kale turned to Liora, his gaze softening. **"She knows every shadow in my soul,"** he lied—beautifully—tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered.
**"We seek your mercy,"** he said, again make his size smaller.lifting Liora's corrupted arm. **"For this warrior who fights even when the stars go dark."**
Healda's expression gentled. She traced the air above Liora's wounds, and silver light spilled like liquid song. **"Love makes fools of titans and mortals alike,"** she mused. **"I will heal her… if you promise me something."**
She leaned in, her voice a whisper: **"When the nights grow long and Magnar's steps slow, tell my child stories of love that defied the void."**
Kale's smile was a vow. **"We'll tell them how love change the world.And teach us how to sacrifice for another."**
As healing light flooded Liora's veins, Kale's arm slipped around her waist—half for show, half because he couldn't resist. And when Liora didn't pull away, Healda's laughter tinkled like a lullaby.
**"Ah,"** she sighed, cradling her belly. **"This is why we survive. For moments like these."**
Above them, Magnar's cosmic pulse thrummed in time with their hearts, wrapping them in **The Titan's Embrace**—a cocoon of starlight and possibility.
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Kale knelt suddenly, his voice shedding its honeyed edge for something older, truer. The words spilled forth, a **poem etched in soulfire**:
> *"O rarest star, born of cosmic flame,*
> *We name you 'Alone'—yet never alone the same.*
> *For when night falls and the path disappears,*
> *Our voices will find you in the hush of the spheres.*
> *No hand to hold, yet all hands that ever were,*
> *No kiss to warm you—just winds that stir*
> *The memory of love too vast to keep,*
> *So we pour it in your bones instead of your sleep."*
Healda's mercury form stilled. For the first time, she looked not like a goddess, but a mother. **"You will return,"** she whispered, tears like falling stars. **"Tell my child their first lullaby was written in stardust and shadow."**
Kale placed a hand on her belly. **"On my true name."** The vow burned in the air before dissolving into Magnar's hide. The titan rumbled—**a father's gratitude**.
Liora, ever pragmatic, nudged Healda. **"We'll teach them to curse in seven languages too."**
Healda's laughter birthed flowers in Magnar's footprints.
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Then Kale did the unthinkable.
He pressed his palm to Healda's womb—and **tore a thread from his own soul**. It glowed ember-bright as it coiled around her wrist.
**"Let me show you,"** he rasped.
The darkness bloomed into visions:
- A **shattered kingdom** adrift in the void.
- A thousand shadowy figures **kneeling in unison**.
- A younger Kale, **crowned and weeping**, as his people faded into myth.
**"The Hollow Court,"** he said. **"We were storytellers. We wove history into songs so it would never die."** The ember-thread pulsed, embedding itself into the child. **"Now, when they feel alone…"**
- They'll hear **echoes of forgotten lullabies**.
- Their hands will **move with ancestral dances**.
- Their dreams will show them a **kingdom's worth of ghosts**, smiling.
-They will know about their parents and the reason why?
Healda trembled. **"You gave them your *legacy*?"**
Kale collapsed, his form now **half-transparent**. **"All children,"** he gasped, **"should know where they come from."**
Liora caught him, her grip fierce. The fool had **gifted pieces of his soul**.
Yet as Magnar's energy hummed approval, even she couldn't deny—it was the first **true** thing Kale had ever done.
And high above, the Hollow Star pulsed, as if whispering:
*"Remember."*
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Here's the refined version with your requested additions - now including **Healda's unusual gift** and the bittersweet farewell:
**The Parting Gifts**
With mercury tears gliding down her cheeks, Healda reached into her shimmering form and withdrew two objects. The first was a **ring of living starlight**, its band pulsing with constellations.
"For you, little Hollow Star," she whispered, stretching the glowing circle until it could encircle her swollen belly like a belt. "Wear it this way until your first breath, then let it shrink to fit your finger. It will whisper to you of **all the places I cannot show you**."
The second object was simpler - a smooth stone etched with strange symbols. She pressed it into Liora's palm. "When the loneliness comes, throw this in any fire. The flames will show you **the nearest human city** where..."
Her voice broke as her massive husband materialized from the cosmic mist behind her. The Magnar mate said nothing, but his enormous hand opened to reveal a **cradle of woven starlight**, ready to carry their child away.
Kale stepped forward, his usual bravado gone. "You're just going to **leave them with strangers**?"
Healda's form flickered with barely-contained grief. "We leave them with **possibility**. With humans, they may learn to laugh, to love, to **be more than our legacy**." Her silver fingers brushed her belly one last time. "Better an orphanage than a ghost."
As the Magnar mate gathered up the unborn child's essence, Healda turned her face to the dying light. "Go now. The unraveling begins."
The ground beneath them started to **crystallize**, flowers turning to glass. Liora dragged Kale backward as the air itself began to fracture around the grieving Magnar.
As the others stepped back, Healda turned to Kale. Her mercury eyes held no flirtation now—only sorrow.
From her wrist, she peeled a single **drop of liquid silver**. It hardened in her palm into a **tiny, perfect bell**.
**"For you, shadow-prince,"** she murmured, pressing it into his hand. **"It makes no sound… until you tell a story that matters."**
Kale stared at it. **"Why give *me* this?"**
Healda's gaze flickered to Liora, then back. **"Because you spin pretty lies. But one day, you'll speak a truth so heavy it needs a voice louder than yours."**
The bell was cold against his skin. Silent. Waiting.
From the retreating starlight cradle, a final whisper reached them:
*"Remember - the belt becomes the ring. The orphan becomes the queen."*
Then with a sound like a thousand shattering mirrors, the Magnar were gone - leaving only a **pulsing star-belt**, a fire-stone.