In a world far different from modern Earth called Ragir.
A world where humans, elves, and dwarves lived in peace. In this world, mages, warriors, and magical items were common.
A war took place and it went on for over five decades, where the region of the dragons, Dracona, lost to the other regions, leading them to their extinction.
After the great territorial war, the world of Ragir got split into four great kingdoms. These kingdoms reigned supreme over the others and were the strongest among the rest. These four kingdoms were:
1.The Great Mage Kingdom, Atlantisa – The kingdom of mages and users of mana.The kingdom is filled with magical items and high grade items.
2.The Great Archer Kingdom, Elfian – The kingdom of elves and the users of Vea.The kingdom filled with beautiful greenery and beautiful elves.
3.The Great Blacksmith Kingdom, Dwarven – The kingdom of dwarves and the users of Sto.The kingdom filled with sweat, tears and smoke, A kingdom filled with great armoury that no other kingdom could ever achieve.
4.The Great Warrior Kingdom, Vontrea – The kingdom of warriors and the users of Aura. The kingdom is filled with muscles,scars and great battle technique.
Two men wearing long and patterned robes stood in a grand hall, filled with beautiful candles on the side and the ceiling being so high that no one could reach it. In front of them there stood a humongous shining black double door made from the beautiful material that is obsidian.
"Hey, remember to be on your best behavior.""I know that this is important for our house, but Dad, why should we consolidate with him out of all the princes?""He might have many bad rumors on his back, but if we ask him for this agreement, we have the most chance of getting it signed. The other two would barely listen to a low house like ourselves." He holds his son's shoulder, "Remember, I'm doing this to make your life better when you become the ruler of our house."
'I know it will help, but why should we ask that dumbass who killed his own mother?' He clenched his hand and forced a smile out, "Okay, Dad. I'll do my best so we can get this agreement signed."
They pushed the beautiful black door open, revealing a small but still extravagant throne room with red banners with the Vontrea symbol on them hanging over the room. And between all of them, in a beautiful throne, there sat a blonde/white-haired young male with a handsome face, sitting in the pose of a true ruler. His golden eyes pierced the father and son duo. Beside him, there stood an armored knight with a beautiful raven-like suit holding a pristine black longsword.
He rested his head on his hand, "So, for what reason have you come here, sir?"
Both the father and the son bowed to the young male, "We greet the young lord."
The father got up and took out a scroll from his son's hand, "Our household would like to help the young lord in the fight for the throne." He leans forward, handing out the scroll, "So please, make our household part of the young lord's territory."
The young male sat in a more sophisticated pose and spoke, "I'm grateful that sir would help me for the throne, but unfortunately for you..." He gulps his saliva quietly, "I plan on not taking part in the fight for the throne, so please ask one of my older brothers for assistance in making your house grow larger."
As he spoke those words, both the father and son's faces turned pale."You're not taking part in the fight for the throne?" The son took his gaze towards the knight beside the young man and saw that his face was unchanged, already knowing about this.
"Well, you both may leave now. And don't think about coming back because tomorrow I'll take my leave to Valkorian."
The son's face became filled with jealousy. 'Valkorian, everyone knows the name of that academy, the most prestigious and largest academy of the world. An academy filled with knowledge about magic, blacksmithing, archery, swordsmanship, and other weapons. A school that teaches everything to get a good life. Anyone would love to join Valkorian, but only a few people do, and most of them are high nobles who want their children to succeed.'
The father tried to ask again, but the male was indifferent and gestured to his knight to make them leave, which he did in an instant.
The father and son left the room with disappointment and the son having his hand on his father's back.
As soon as he saw both the black doors shut, he stretched his arm, "Being a noble is a pain, I can't be so sophisticated all the time." Then he lazed back into his throne and looked towards the knight, "I did good, right, Corvin?"
The knight walked towards him and patted his head, "You did good, young lord."
The prince jumped out of his seat, "I'm going to Valkorian tomorrow, I can't wait." His eyes fired up, "I can't wait to become a Valour."
Valour is a title given to the best student from each batch of students of Valkorian. These students are considered as geniuses in the world and no one can defy them.
Corvin saw the prince's smile. 'My lord looks so happy to join Valkorian. After tutoring him since he was a child, I know that he is one of a kind genius who could spar with me head-on at the age of 15. If it's him, he has a chance of being a Valour. It was a shock to me when the young lord told me he doesn't want to become the king, but I'll trust him.' A small smile came onto his face.
"What are you smiling at?""Nothing, nothing at all, young lord." Corvin lost his smile.
The Next Day.
The prince stood in front of Valkorian, wearing the academy uniform and a red robe, his sword on his hip. He entered the academy to see the vast campus; it was basically a whole town in itself.
The first thing he noticed as he entered was the beautiful main building of the academy, but the second thing was that he saw an elf getting bullied by some humans and just walked towards them.
"Hey, seniors, you shouldn't do this in front of new students. It's a bad example."They turned towards him."Hey, kid, go away. This is not your business," they spoke with a smug face."Heh, nice one, senior. But can you stop bullying that poor elf?"In anger, one of them shouted, "Hey, kid! Who do you think you are?""Oh, me? I am going to be the next Valour of this school.""The next Valour? Stop making fake dreams and just leave us alone.""Hey, senior." His face became serious, "Stop acting so strong while being so weak." He replied with a strong gaze."Hey, kid, get lost before we beat you too." Their eyes got serious.The prince took out his sword with the sheath, "I thought we could have been friends, senior, but looks like we can't."
Before they could speak anything else to the prince, in one swift motion he broke all their legs and just stood there.
They screamed in pain, holding their legs while they rolled around on the ground. The prince looked at them with a gaze telling them that they were below him.
"Remember my name, I'll be the next Valour."
He turned his back to them.
"I am Astra Van Vontrea."