Escanor(Marvel)

Thousands of stars in the boundless cosmos seem like mere grains of sand in the vast multiverse. Each of these grains is a world, born from the countless branches of history. But what if behind this infinite diversity stands an unknown being, asking a single question: "What if?" And that question becomes the key to the creation of new realities.

In one such reality, nearly indistinguishable from countless others, something unusual occurred. In the Milky Way galaxy, within the Solar System, a child was born. His name was Escanor. At first glance, he could have remained an ordinary infant, no different from the rest. But a higher being decided otherwise. It bestowed upon him an extraordinary gift, marking him with the symbol of the sun.

Thus began a story that could become a legend of a great hero. Or perhaps… an antihero?

Escanor was born into a family where everything seemed perfect. His parents were successful and respected individuals. His father, an influential businessman, ran his own company, while his mother captivated hearts with her music, turning every melody into magic. The only thing missing from their lives was a child. Years of waiting and hope brought no results. But one day, in January, when Earth was closest to the sun, their dream came true.

The news of the long-awaited pregnancy was nothing short of a miracle for the couple. Nine months passed in the blink of an eye. The father cared for his wife with the utmost tenderness, as if she were a fragile vessel that needed to be protected from any harm. Together, they dreamed of the future, chose a name for their baby, and prepared for his arrival. The name Escanor was not chosen by chance they believed their child would be as bright and strong as the sun itself.

The day of his birth was extraordinary. Despite it being September, the sun blazed as if it were the peak of summer. The sky was cloudless, and its light illuminated everything around, as if the very fabric of existence was welcoming the birth of a child destined to change the world.

His father waited anxiously outside the maternity ward, filled with restless anticipation. He was nervous, hoping everything would go well, unable to sit still.

At last, the doors creaked open, and a doctor stepped in, adjusting his mask slightly.

"How is my wife? Is everything alright?" The man stepped forward, his voice trembling with anxiety.

The doctor cast a quick, professionally weary glance at him.

"Everything is fine. You can go in, but don't overstay she needs rest right now." His voice carried the calm detachment of someone for whom moments like this were part of the daily routine.

The man slipped past the doctor into the room, barely containing the smile threatening to break across his face. His eyes immediately found his wife, lying in bed. She looked exhausted but happy. In her arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, rested their newborn child.

"How are you?" he asked gently, stepping closer.

The woman lifted her gaze. A soft smile, tinged with fatigue, played on her lips.

"I'm alright, my love. Look at him he's wonderful." She slowly ran her fingers over the baby's tiny head.

The man sank into the chair beside the bed, staring at the child as if mesmerized. He seemed almost unreal plump cheeks, rosy skin, and blue eyes filled with innocent curiosity as they gazed at the world.

"He's so… perfect," the man finally breathed.

"Is that all you have to say to our little one?" his wife teased weakly, her voice soft and playful.

He nodded, still at a loss for words.

"I just… I have no words. You gave me this miracle." His voice turned husky as he squeezed her hand.

They sat in silence, watching their newborn son. The baby stared back at them with surprising focus, as if trying to understand what these strange beings hovering over him were.

A soft cough from the doctor broke the moment.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to take him for a few procedures and put him to sleep. And the mother should rest as soon as possible."

"Alright, but not for long," she reluctantly agreed, holding the baby a little tighter before handing him to the nurse. For a moment, her hands hesitated, as if unwilling to break the fragile, newly formed bond.

The nurse took the child with gentle care, offering the mother a knowing smile before heading toward the door.

"You can stay a little longer," the doctor said, looking at the man, "but soon, you'll have to leave the hospital."

They spent a few more precious minutes together, but the inevitable moment came time to part.

The man glanced at his watch, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Important meetings postponed, persistent calls, unfinished business everything reminded him that even a moment of happiness couldn't last forever.

"I'll be back soon," he promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his wife's forehead. "Get some rest."

She nodded, but her gaze remained vacant, fixed on the spot where their son had been taken.

Thus began the story of a boy, barely born, yet destined to endure so much more.

The sunset yielded to the night, and darkness, like a curtain, enveloped New York. The soft glow of hospital lamps flickered in the wards.

The boy's strength began to wane. Just an hour ago, he had looked healthy, but now his tiny body had gone limp. A sharp alarm rang out at the nurses' station, and the on-duty nurse rushed into the newborns' room.

She found the baby in a terrifying state: his skin had taken on a sickly, almost marble-like hue, his pulse weakened with every passing second, and his breathing faltered as if he couldn't get enough air.

"Call the on-duty doctor immediately!" she shouted, pressing the baby close to warm his tiny body.

The operating room was prepared within minutes, and the boy was carefully transferred inside. The doctor was already donning sterile surgical attire, nodding to the nurses.

"What happened? He was perfectly healthy, with no abnormalities!" he asked irritably, looking at the nurse who handed him the baby.

"I don't know," she answered shakily, still trembling."It all happened so suddenly."

The doctor waved his hand, unwilling to waste any more time.

Outside the window, the night thickened, as if darkness itself sought to seep into the hospital. Large raindrops began to fall from the sky, quickly turning into a heavy downpour. The rumble of thunder echoed through the city streets, and nearby buildings disappeared behind a curtain of rain.

Through the glass, one could see the doctors fighting for the infant's life. The light from the operating lamps seemed like the only beacon of hope in the darkness. Yet even these seasoned professionals knew the situation was becoming more desperate by the second.

The machines connected to the boy barely kept his fragile life hanging by a thread. The air in the room felt thick with tension. Nurses pressed their lips together, doctors furrowed their brows, but no one spoke. Only the steady beeping of the monitors reminded them that life had not yet left Escanor.

"I don't understand! All his vitals are normal, yet he's getting worse!" The doctor cast a helpless glance at the monitors, his fingers clenching nervously.

"Could it be a rare disease?" the assistant cautiously suggested, furrowing her brows.

"It could be anything, but right now, that doesn't matter. We need to......."

His sentence was cut short by a sharp, piercing sound. On the monitor, where a weak but steady pulse had been displayed moments ago, a straight line now held steady. The number "0" froze in chilling finality.

"Cardiac arrest!" the assistant shouted.

The doctor sprang into action, gesturing toward the resuscitation equipment.

"Now! Start chest compressions! Adrenaline! Clear!"

They worked in perfect unison, like a well-oiled machine. But time slipped away, and there was no response. The child remained still, his tiny body seemingly too fragile for such a struggle.

"Why? Why isn't anything working?! " The doctor ran a hand through his sweat-drenched forehead, his face burning with frustration. The veins on his temples and forehead bulged, as if his own body was fighting alongside the boy.

The assistant continued performing compressions without stopping for even a second, but her gaze kept flicking toward the monitor more and more frequently.

Suddenly, thunder shook the walls of the hospital. A flash of lightning illuminated the operating room, and the building's lights flickered, making everyone freeze for a split second.

The doctor straightened abruptly, as if struck by the lightning himself.

"When did it start? What time did the child's condition worsen?" He suddenly turned and grabbed the nurse who had just rushed in by the shoulders.

"I... I..." The nurse hesitated, her eyes darting around as if the answer could be found on the ceiling or the walls.

"Faster, damn it! His life depends on it!" the doctor shouted, his rage barely concealing his desperation.

"Seven-thirty! I think it was around seven-thirty!" she gasped, looking at him as if he were their last hope.

"Seven-thirty..." He froze, retreating into his thoughts for a moment. "By then... had the sun already set?"

"What? The sun? What does the sun have to do with this?" The nurse was bewildered, her voice trembling.

"Answer me!" he nearly barked.

"Y-yes, it had already set!" she blurted out, noticing the way the doctor's eyes lit up.

"That's it!" His voice was firm now, almost triumphant. "He has ultraviolet deficiency!"

"W-what?" The nurse nearly dropped the syringe in shock.

"Bring ultraviolet lamps and a vitamin complex immediately!" The doctor practically shouted the order, directing the assistant toward the door.

The nurse bolted to carry out the command, the sound of her hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The doctor turned back to the infant, his face transformed where there had been despair, now there was certainty.

"Hold on, little one. We haven't seen what you're capable of yet," he murmured, watching as the lamps and medications were brought into the operating room.

The ultraviolet lamps were quickly set up in the surgical ward. They were turned to full power, bathing the room in a soft glow that reflected off the gleaming surfaces of the medical instruments. The doctor, furrowing his brow in concentration, administered the vitamin injection and resumed efforts to restore the baby's heart rhythm.

The tension in the room was palpable, every sound deafening in the silence. All eyes were fixed on the monitor. No one dared to speak, only the sound of strained breathing filling the air. And then beep.

Another beep, a little louder this time. A weak but steady pulse appeared on the screen.

"Yes!" Several voices exclaimed at once.

The doctor merely exhaled heavily, allowing some of the tension to release from his body.

Despite being saved, the boy's condition remained critical. His skin was still pale, his breathing shallow, his tiny body devoid of energy. But hope had returned. The doctors continued watching Escanor, their eyes never leaving the monitors.

As the first rays of sunlight began to break through the clouds, movement stirred once more in the operating room.

"Move him closer to the window!" the doctor commanded.

The boy was carefully carried toward the glass, as if trying to catch every ray of the rising sun.

And then, the incredible happened. As soon as the light touched his skin, his dull, almost lifeless body began to revive. Color returned to his cheeks, the monitors' readings surged, as though life was pouring into him with every passing second.

"Incredible…" one of the nurses whispered, unable to take her eyes off the boy.

"It's really because of the sun," her colleague murmured in amazement.

The doctor, observing the scene, only shook his head and leaned back in his chair with exhaustion.

"A crazy world… what else is there to say?"

Escanor had survived his first night. But this was only the beginning.

Later, as doctors studied his case, they came to the conclusion that the initial diagnosis had been incomplete. The problem wasn't a disease or a lack of vitamins it was something deeper.

At that time, only a handful of people knew about mutants. Strange incidents involving extraordinary abilities had only just begun to catch the attention of government organizations. Genetic research was being conducted in secret, but rumors about people with unique powers were growing louder.

The X-gene, dormant in the infant's body, was already shaping his life, signaling that the boy was special.

But what would happen when this gene awakened completely?