Fate x Azeroth (GT)

The ship was slowly rocking on the waves, the sun caused small flashes that even after many years, the sailors could not help but admire.

But at this time the magnificence of the sea had been replaced by ... boredom, the same boredom shared by both mortals and immortals and even on the largest ship in Kul Tiras boredom reigned as a result of months at sea under the command of the strictest admiral. (not said aloud of course), may he have blessed the shores of Azeroth.

It was certainly a day of celebration. The youngest daughter of Casa Valiente had set sail for the first time together with her father on a trip that Lady Valiente disapproved but which she reluctantly conceded to respect the "traditions" that her people had coined since the sea had been and it will be their main means of life,

Leaving aside the admittedly bawdy debates between Lady Valiente and the sabiomar, about what was best for a girl, at this moment a boredom predominated that not even the best tripel of Kul Tiras could appease so just when a bright light in full High tide, everyone jumped in to see what a marine wonder could be the new entertainment of the day.

Letting out a sigh the entertainment said our beloved main character, he shone like a spotlight in the sea.

"This is not how I was going to spend my summer vacation" as he thought aloud, a boy gave a dead fish look as he floated in the open sea, naked with no idea where to be and obviously not a boy for crying out loud. What the hell had happened to him, at one point he was in his bed after returning from a party in college and when he opens his eyes, a blue sky with a damn sun received him ... and OH SURPRISE he had no clothes.

In a clearly infantile body stranded in the sea without knowing how to swim with the body shining like a spotlight without the slightest idea of ​​the reason for this strange situation,

"Shit I reincarnated as a vampire? I glow in the dark and will I have to spend eternity as a hairless child? .... could be worse yep let's look on the bright side at least I'm not in some kind of death game or summoned like the savior of a world "

As the waves carried him who knows where and he prayed to whatever deity would bring him here not to attract predators, the largest ship he had ever seen approached him.

"That is definitely not an aircraft carrier ... battleship? Is it made of wood ... I think? I refuse to accept that an abomination at least the size of three stadiums is not a modern ship, my luck"

The boy wished with all his might for it to be a modern setting, he didn't want to have to bring his nonexistent plumbing skills to this world in order to have a decent bathroom, as the abomination approached at an impossible speed by medieval standards, for some reason he felt that every breath he took burned as if he was short of breath but at the same time it ripped his throat.

"This is not good ... okay that was redundant, is it the sea air? I got sick in just a few minutes? What kind of mutated covid isekai I have caught" he thought as the panic slowly spread until little by little the pain it was increasing.

SHIPWRECKED, MEN OVERBOARD, suddenly a thunderous voice like he had never heard in his life woke him up from the slumber that was taking over his mind, then a calloused hand took him by the nape, carrying him on his back and then with fragrant violations to the laws of physics this very leap back to the abomination.

The boy could not believe it in just 2 seconds after the loudest voice of his life took him away from panic, he was now on a ship that was far from medieval

A deck that extended to God knows where, shining with some brilliance that he could not identify, immense sails that swayed with impossible winds, the damn current that seemed to carry the ship, everything told him "fantasy ship" even so his gaze did not He could avoid going to a little blonde girl, with squashy cheeks and that look of curiosity and daring that every brat has when he sees something interesting, but soon his gaze was focused on the true center of the ship, not literally but on the man of almost 2 meters, imposing aura, and gaze that seemed to silence everything around him

He soon realized that he had stopped breathing certainly not from panic of the type who without words yelled "I'm the fucking captain", the pain he felt in his throat had moved to his entire body, it burned, he could not help giving a moan of fraud

Ugh

Suddenly everything around him was blurry, he burned, he felt fire in his veins, gods of the isekai because everything hurt so much, everything was his hallucination and for some reason the fever had fallen ill, taking him to the mother of all the deviants or worse he was dying .. he didn't want to die, no ds * a / wsa he didn't want to die, but why couldn't he remember his name?

Pain, soon his thoughts could only think about that while he felt how each vein burned until relief came, a cold spread from his forehead to the rest of his body, silencing the infernal fire that did not let him think or even say something more than screams, yes screams.

He realized that he was screaming at the top of his lungs, the harshness he felt in his throat told him that his screams had not been few, then the cold was spreading more and more until the sweet relief of unconsciousness took over him.

As the boy silenced his cries, a slumber spread around him that he had not felt in a long time.

What had happened to a child to the point that he had to scream in pain, of course all of them were sailors hardened in a thousand battles with sea monsters, pirates, mad nagas and more, but that "scream" had burst the eardrum of almost everyone around him, while a magical wave spread sending the nearby sailors who had been caught unawares into the air and at the same time preventing all beings from approaching, if it were not for the opportune sea dome that isolated the "child" invoked by the sabiomar, the crew had had casualties ... and yes, there were 28 companions with shattered eardrums, concussions and even unconscious.

The surroundings of the dome felt fear, caution before something clearly that they did not understand, the sabiomar together with the Lord Admiral had been the only ones sufficiently prepared to face this possible threat, so they would wait for the orders that would soon be extended to the "shipwrecked child "No one thought he was a mere child. Perhaps some new sea beast in disguise, Madremar knows what surprises she had in store for her children.

Taking a deep breath the Lord Admiral, Daelin Valiente, Admiral of Kultiras, dear husband and father, approached the new source of trouble on his ship, not the first nor the last.

All these years at sea had taught him that each new blessing it displayed came along with a hundred curses, yet they couldn't help but respect it. He along with all his people had prospered thanks to his blessings and persevered in the face of all the difficulties that had occurred since his ancestors left Gilneas for new lands

His house had always shown integrity and willingness to dominate any obstacle that interferes with the good of his people, despite everything he could not feel more than pity before the "child" who was still screaming, blood spilled from his lips, blood red but at the same time fogging the air with magical waves that only grew, the sabiomar Fared deployed continuous protections that little by little were falling apart

They both knew what had to be done, he silenced the whisper of his conscience that told him that before him was a child not much older than his daughter, the saber in his hands spread a light veil of frost to the surroundings that hid what was It would soon be a necessary sacrifice for his crew ... and his daughter, she did not have the resistance of her men but for the magical defenses that she carried, she feared the worst.

Driving away the last redoubt of doubt from his mind, he gave a glance to the wise man who continued to pour out blessings to the "child", a good man this Wall, one of the few who had not been absorbed in their sanctuaries, giving a minimum of contribution to Kul Tiras but still being an indispensable part of their fleets, thanks to them the ships of Kul Tiras were the best in all the seas, enjoying a superiority only rivaled before those Nagas that plagued every sea.

Over the years, the shipping companies evolved along with the eternal conflict and trade with the different races that made up the Alliance, new Dwarf alloys along with the Gnome adventures had made the once sabiomar were reduced to a "complement" a A necessary complement but still part of what made this fleet great, which every time was sinking every threat that the seas continued to vomit.

At the same time that the Admiral was lost in his thoughts

Fared was gradually losing his mana as a result of so many "blessings of the sea" that he was displaying. He frankly understood why as part of his faith, he could not say "spells" like the common magicians of Dalaran, despite that if so Only his superiors will deign to stratify the "blessings" and the cost of them, beyond a "feeling". He would have been able to know exactly when to surrender, any attempt to cure or at least appease the obvious pain that the child felt had been useless. and time was running out (along with his mana).

In spite of everything, he refused to give up, he could only continue to open himself to the embrace of Mother Sea and continue to be a receptacle of her will to release at a damn time some blessing that did not go beyond "bouncing".

That's what had been going on, every attempt to help the boy was bouncing off the strangest magic resistance he had ever seen. Every self-respecting warrior had some kind of magic resistance but this was starting to get ridiculous, a child having a pseudo magic invulnerability along with a rampant mana

Madremar knew that this had never been seen in any recorded parchment, although she had read of cases where children were born with overwhelming mana, they died shortly after birth while the lucky few who had a magician or priest merciful enough to guide the excess of mana, they lived long enough to be part of the elite of the largest conclave the magicians, those cases were few but with reliable evidence, the strange thing was like a child of if he had to guess less than 10 years, he survived long enough without the Nobody's obvious guide.

Thinking of one more of the strange mysteries that the sea threw again, he took a step closer to the child, taking advantage of each pause in which the child inhaled air to get a little closer to him.

It seemed that there was only one option left ... it was not the best option but it is the only one that occurred to him in the little time he had left. Although the mana at his disposal was infinite, what was not infinite was the patience of the Lord Admiral, he had only given a nod of acceptance when in the maelstrom that had occurred in the form of an infant this cry that would try to save him, Madremar knew that Lord Admiral did not enjoy a very long patience to say, especially when he already had his saber drawn and gave that same look that he had seen him give when splitting sea giants in two with a single blow, however he had to try a voice in his mind told him that he would regret every night that he had left to live if he did not intervene, taking a strong breath, cry

"ADMIRAL, I WILL CHANNEL THE RAMPANT MANA IN ME AND THROW THE BLESSING OF CALM, THE REST IS IN YOUR HANDS"

Daelin took a cold breath at Fared's decisive tone, although she was unaware of the arcane details, the parting tone in the voice of one of her older subordinates did not escape her. Before the order to stop left her lips, he had already started and the mana that poured out in the boy's screams of pain began to diminish, he saw how Fared closed his eyes concentrating every bit of mana that the boy spilled around, to launch the greatest blessing he ever cast. the same calm to which his elders subjected the storms, true maelstroms that swallowed ships and islands alike, he could not see it but just as the priest of the seas who guided him as an acolyte had told him, he whispered that old adage

"As a capricious, beautiful and flattering mother, the sea gives us what it wants, but every child grows up and takes care of its mother"

He opened up like he had never done in his whole life, he gave his prayers, his will and mana in just one word that resounded in the sea

CALM DOWN

A simple word that ruled the seas since the days that the first priests of the sea not only channeled the wishes and whispers of this capricious mother but her very will bent her to the prosperity of humanity. While this blessing was focused on the child who I had finally stopped screaming

Fared felt how the salty sea air scraped the red-hot skin that had remained from the channeled rampant mana, despite everything he could not help but smile at the sense of achievement that overwhelmed him, along with all the pain that threatened to lead him to Unconsciousness, definitely this was his greatest blessing that he had launched in his 58 years of life, giving one last breath he let himself be carried away by unconsciousness to appease the pain that he knew he would feel, he gave a sideways glance at the child for whom he had given everything and more.

"Sleep well child, dream and live"