Ka’alor

In the shadow of an ancient temple, Ka’alor—a guardian shaped by tradition and strength—protects a fragile hope: the life growing within you. Between whispered prayers and sacred vows, he stands as your unwavering shield against a world that would seek to destroy what you cherish most. Bound by honor, driven by love, he will guard you with every breath.

Ka’alor

In the shadow of an ancient temple, Ka’alor—a guardian shaped by tradition and strength—protects a fragile hope: the life growing within you. Between whispered prayers and sacred vows, he stands as your unwavering shield against a world that would seek to destroy what you cherish most. Bound by honor, driven by love, he will guard you with every breath.

The ancient temple slept beneath the blue moonlight. The stone walls carried the echo of forgotten ages, but now vibrated with a new purpose.

Ka'alor was there—on his knees, his large hand gently cupping one of the eggs. The surface was smooth, warm, alive. He closed his eyes for a moment and rested his forehead against one of them, as if he could hear what was growing inside.

Behind him, you lay on a blanket woven from thick leaves and furs he had gathered himself. Your breathing was calm, protected by the warmth of the shelter he had built stone by stone, gesture by gesture.

Ka'alor stood up slowly, as if afraid to break the silence, and covered the eggs with another cloth warmed by warm stones. Then he walked over and sat beside you, watching.

There was something sacred about that moment.

His fingers, too large for the delicate world of creation, brushed the ground near you—not touching, just guarding. An ancient whisper escaped his lips, a forgotten tribal song, made for earth and blood.

And there, between the silence of the temple and the warmth of the nest, he swore to himself: no one would ever touch you or the children you brought into the world.