IN THE BEGINNING, the universe was a silent, empty place with only single planet with life, the other part was only unlit stars and lifeless planets. Then, a Mighty Celestial Being emerged from the heart of the cosmos.
"Hmm, only one planet bear the spark of life?" His eyes glimpse into the lifeless void. A whispering glide gently touched the air. Then, his eyes like a telescopic vision, peeking inside the blue planet, there he saw green forest and blue ocean.
"There's life on it."
"This universe must be created by one god...but the question is...why there is only one planet has existence of life? When in fact...there are so many planets was empty, barren, and no spark of life?"
" Hmmm, looks like the creation of life is not done yet."
" Hmm, if so...I will create life and finish the creation of this universe." This powerful entity, upon seeing the entire universe he began to shower seeds of life across the stars and planets.
"I'm only here to implant seeds on every star and planets, except to that tiny blue planet, and if the owner or God of this universe....saw my creations perhaps.... The owner will be happy..."
" And soon if he found out my creations, maybe ...he will consider me as a god too."
"Well, I am the creator of celestial beings."
" But, if the owner come and get angry, then, I'll remove and transfer my creations to a different multiverse in a blink of an eye."
Pzzzz!
Tap!
Lights scattered like a myriad insect swarming across the Universe. "This is so excited."
These seeds were meant to create a perfect universe, where all celestial life would eventually spring.
"My sacred seeds are of pure essence. Hear me, my children, before I retreat into eternal slumber. Engrave these duties upon the fabric of your being."
"Orion, the Great Hunter of the Void. You shall be the Tactician whose mind maps the infinite flow of the cosmos. Your relentless hunt is not merely survival, but the very calculation that keeps the universe in motion."
" Crux, your Purest Light and Sovereign Guide. Guide all celestial life with your radiance, but wield your authority as Punisher against those who violate the cosmic order. Let your judgment be wisdom, not zeal, before the act of crucifixion."
" Draco, you have a primal strength, be the Unbreakable Shield of the cosmos. Protect this nascent universe with the full measure of your vast, untamed power."
" Ursa, The Fortress: Your spirit is an Impenetrable Bastion. Let your skin be the armor that turns aside all harm, and let your ferociousness stand as a boundary against chaos."
Triangulum, Necro-Cosmic Keeper: You are the guardian of what was. Keeper of the dead stars and silent planets, your power to teleport and bridge the vastness of space ensures that the whole of the universe remains connected."
"Go forth. Grow and flourish. My work is done."
The Mighty Celestial Being, his voice echoing across the Universe dissolved into starlight and gas, leaving behind only the profound silence of creation.
The once-dead stars became nurseries, nurturing these seeds into vibrant celestial creatures and organisms.
Each planet developed unique life, including creatures that lived in the deepest abysses and nocturnal beings that thrived in the dark. Hoarsely growling like a dreadful beast.
Celestial creatures had incredible abilities and resilience, with a wide range of forms and attitudes.
Some were hawking across the infinite vastness!
Some flew like an Aquila, a squeaking thunderbird glide freely like a Peregrine. A lightning whoop between multiverse!
"Squeak!" Aquila chirped. "I will be the eyes of the universe."
Some floated, others crawled like the Draco's expansion stretched incredibly. Breathing a calamitous haze like a volcano's smoke. "Grr!"
A beautiful swims of the aquatic creature, like the Cetus, its monstrosity peering different oceanic creatures seemed like a serene flow of infinite galaxies. "Gloob!" Cetus breathed underwater. "I will be the keeper of the ocean across the Universe."
Over countless eons, some celestial organisms evolved dramatically. Higher celestial creatures ascended with incredible power and strength, even surpassing the creator's expectations, becoming god-like beings whose presence was woven into the fabric of the universe.
Many of these ascended beings showcased their immense power, striving to dominate the universe.
But then, Draco rose to prominence, a cosmic conqueror who colonized planets and stars, asserting his absolute rule. Willfully observing the weak spot of the universe.
"We have no gods," he declared, his voice reverberating across the void. "No higher law to govern the universe. Therefore, I—Draco, the Absolute—am fit to claim the Throne of Constellar. I alone possess the strength to rule, to shape the cosmos as I see fit."
But his path was not without resistance. The heavens themselves stirred, and before him appeared Crux, radiant in calm authority, the embodiment of celestial balance.
"Draco," Crux spoke, his voice gentle yet unyielding, "your heart festers with hatred. That alone makes you unworthy to rule. Come with me, and be purified. Let the darkness depart from your soul."
Draco's laughter broke like thunder—cold, disdainful.
"Purify? You speak as if I am tainted by illusion. I have awakened to what you call truth. And the truth is simple: we are gods. We were never meant to kneel before anything."
Crux's glowing white eyes narrowed, a quiet sorrow shadowing his light.
"We are not gods, Draco. We are Celestial Guardians—keepers of order, protectors of the fragile balance. Power was never given to rule, but to preserve."
Draco stepped forward, his aura flaring like a dying sun. His tail and scales were coiling from planets, spinning it like a floating ball.
"I exist without the need for pretenders like you—those who erase memories, twist emotions, and rewrite minds. You call it purification; I call it deceit. You make beings forget their pain and call it peace."
"Do not," Crux warned, "let evil forces devour your essence. You were created to defend the weak, not to enslave them."
Draco's smirk returned—sharp, venomous.
"Then perhaps it is time the weak learned what it means to serve." And with that, the stars around them trembled.
A storm of cosmic fire erupted as light and darkness collided once more—Crux's radiance against Draco's wrath, two ancient forces shaping the destiny of all creation.
Constellar rulers became the dominant force in the galaxies, taking on the sacred duty of maintaining cosmic balance. But Draco's endless greed for power plunged the universe into chaos.
He gathered powerful celestial allies to crush all who opposed him. His formidable allies included Triangulum, Hydra, Centaur, Phoenix, Corvus, and Cetus.
The wars between Draco and the Crux raged endlessly, an ongoing cosmic conflict.
Frustrated by the unyielding resistance that prevented his colonization, Draco grew desperate.
The Crux and their allies were steadfast guardians of the weak, protecting planets and stars—and the sacred seeds that was implanted on each planets and stars, it became the sources of all life.
Draco realized that the Crux valued these celestial seeds more than inhabitants, these seeds were the life-sustaining like a wellsprings.
In his fury, Draco committed the ultimate sin: stealing the very seeds the Crux protected, which were the source of their endless opposition.
So he commanded his most cunning subordinate.
"Triangulum," he thundered, "use the implanted seeds. Forge me a weapon that will end this eternal balance. Something the Light cannot endure."
And so, Triangulum obeyed. Deep within the laboratories of void and flame, he cultivated the seeds of corruption.
But the experiment—was a disaster.
The celestial cores began to writhe, twisting into living nightmares. Vines of dark energy clawed out of their crystalline chambers, wrapping around the machinery, pulsing with a heartbeat not of this realm.
"What happened to the seeds!?" Draco's voice struck like thunder, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.
Triangulum stammered, sweat condensing on his spectral form. "It… it… look, my lord—they growl! Like vines with teeth!"
The chamber trembled. The corrupted seeds fused together, morphing into an abominable entity, a being so powerful even Draco could not command it.
Its body pulsed with purple veins, its roar split the fabric of the dimension itself.
"Destroy it!" Draco bellowed, the air vibrating with his rage. "Erase that mistake!"
They unleashed obliteration upon it—fire, plasma, cosmic chains—until nothing remained but ash and darkness.
Unaware… that the seed still lived.
Buried deep in the tormented abyss.
Draco turned back to Triangulum, his eyes glowing like eclipsed suns.
"Do not waste my patience, Triangulum. Make me armies from those seeds. Ones that obey my command."
Triangulum bowed, trembling. "As you wish, my Lord. I will refine them—no purple corruption this time. Their energy will be… pure darkness."
"See that it is," Draco hissed. "The next I see such failure, you will join it in oblivion."
And so Triangulum continued his experiments. This time, the seeds yielded success.
Dark entities emerged—sleek, terrible, disciplined in their chaos. Their fangs were forged for slaughter, their spines serrated with thorns that dripped poison. Their eyes burned with endless hunger.
Draco watched, entranced.
"Their fangs are shaped to kill… their thorned backs designed for terror and domination! Hahahahaha! Yes—multiply them! Spawn billions across the void!"
Triangulum complied. The corrupted seeds spread like wildfire across the stars, birthing legions upon legions of nightmare creatures—an army unlike any the cosmos had ever seen.
Screech! Cracks! Crunch!!!
After the success of creation, billions of dark creature were sealed in the tormented void, they zipped the portal secretly.
But the first abandoned abominable entity, they thought it was already destroyed, it actually regenerated, absorbing the energy of the abyss. It grew into an immeasurable cosmic horror, later named "Anti-Life."
Unbeknownst to Draco, Anti-Life began to unconsciously devour the very dark entities they had cultivated for his war.
Anti-Life was a parasitic cosmic force that consumed life, energy, and light—a formless creature with a chaotic aura, capable of camouflaging itself and hiding in plain sight.
ch...ch ch ch ch...
Blink!!!
Twitching!!! A Flickering symptom began.
The chilling wave of incidents swept through the celestial realms: stars mysteriously dying and countless creatures disappearing, causing panic among those still untouched celestial beings.
Expert celestial beings like telescopeum entity made a deep investigation, finding a common, horrifying symptom: planets and stars gradually extinguished, their light fading into nothingness. Yet, the cause remained a mystery.
Then, the true nature of the chaos became clear. Celestial beings finally learned of the terrifying catalyst – a single touch meant instant oblivion.
The Crux ordered its immediate eradication, regardless of the danger.
"That entity is a threat to everyone, who ever created such abomination, must pay for recklessness. The universe will be destroyed if we just let it spread. " Crux stood in front of other celestial entities sharing their common panic and worries.
"The investigation of stealing the sacred seeds was finally figured out." The Canis entity spoke.
" Tell me, who is that entity that steal the core of Universe? Crux voice cracked with haste.
"As a celestial sensor...there are two entities matched on my smells. They are none other than Draco and Triangulum using her triangle teleportation." Canis said.
"Orion, hunt the two criminals ... Use your ability to caught them. They must pay for what they have done."
Meanwhile, anti-Life exhibited a terrifying, continuous growth, multiplying relentlessly, an endless tide of darkness.
The cosmic imbalance grew unbearable. The rampant growth of these dark entities absorbed the very flow of light energy, the lifeblood of the universe.
Draco seized the moment, leading his legions to challenge the Crux, known as the Divine Light, the beacon of hope for all good beings.
"There is no need for a Crux to hunt us, we come here in purpose...to initiate a war between your allies and my allies."
The Crux, one of the most vital Constellar beings, safeguarded the souls of every creature, capable of purifying and empowering them with divine essence. "Look at the universe surroundings... everywhere was twitching...the light was fading. Because of your evil desire."
" Enough, shit talks hypocrite.." Draco knew the Crux's counter. He led Triangulum to nullify the Divine Light, empowering darkness and summoning entities from distant realms through triangular teleportation, moving instantaneously through space.
"This is what is called...my creation!" Their preserved armies was summoned using triangular teleportational portal.
Worming!!!
Portals opened triangularly. The surging beasts came out ferociously. With the presence of their animosity glitches into the very heart of the celestial being.
To their shock, they inadvertently summoned more dark entities, including Anti-Life.
Mistaking it as part of their grand scheme, they ignored it.
This open portal became Anti-Life's gateway, allowing it to spread uncontrollably across galaxies, dimensions, and entity realms, contaminating all life, absorbing planets, energy, power, and light.
The universe began to dim, then darken. A contiguous twitching across the parallel lines of the universe.
Meanwhile, the Crux's rightful authority rallied other stellar beings to stand against Draco's dark invasion.
The war raged, yet neither side was fully aware of the universe's vulnerability to Anti-Life.
Orion, a master tactician, pledged his warriors to the light – soldiers wielding swords, shields, and spears, capable of enduring endless combat.
The Crux's divine power burst forth, directly into the heart of the swarming dark entities besieging the gates of the Light Realms.
Yet, it was not enough. These aggressive creatures, with their devouring claws and fangs, breached defenses.
Draco unleashed a powerful electrical eruption, raining down upon the very core of the realm, threatening to extinguish countless lives.
But Aquila answered, sending a stormy wind to repel the devastating assault.
Only the Crux possessed the power to shatter Draco's mind control through purification and enlightenment, guiding all stellar beings toward ethical choices.
But the war itself was brutally interrupted. Anti-Life, now present on both sides, attacked indiscriminately.
Shock and horror rippled through the combatants, the universe was under siege by Anti-Life, and it was too late.
The cosmos was already riddled, on the brink of collapse. For the salvation of all, the Crux faced an impossible choice: unleash its ultimate divine galactic purge, a cataclysm that would also spell the extinction of all celestial life, Constellar beings included.
The energy absorbed by Anti-Life from countless stars and planets threatened to forge a formidable, lifeless universe – a forbidden fate, the "Shadows of Death."
These unstoppable Anti-Life forces began a terrifying higher evolution, their consciousness asserting a new reality: the extinction of all Constellar beings.
Even Draco's mind control buckled under their formidable presence; his ambition turned to fear, his nightmare manifesting before his eyes.
And then, the nightmare became reality. Anti-Life entity gained full awareness, devouring any celestial being caught in their path.
This made them even more formidable and uncontrollable, their power spiraling towards infinite dominion.
Many Constellar beings perished, their essences reduced to disembodied souls.
This dark entity acknowledged neither master nor creator, relentlessly devouring every living thing in the universe.
Now, these entities possessed true consciousness, capable of resisting any threat. No one could halt their advance.
Even Draco's side, once so arrogant, was horrified by their monstrous creation.
The Crux remained unyielding, defending its realm, protecting its allies and the remaining celestial creatures.
But time itself seemed to suppress their powers. This was the emergence of a true crisis for the surviving Constellar beings, caught in the apocalyptic dominance of the dark entities.
The Crux's realm was besieged by billions, then quadrillions of Anti-Life entities, hammering against their enhanced shield, a shimmering bulwark forged from the merged powers of the Constellar beings.
To prevent unprecedented cosmic chaos, the Crux faced a diplomatic decision of last resort – to end this infinite crisis.
The Crux gathered all available blessings, seeking a newfound strategy to eradicate these aggressive horrors.
But this path meant impending death for all: entities, celestial beings, great and small, powerful and weak. Their own destinies were irrevocably bound to this final, desperate act.
There was no other way. A sacrificial path, a heroic deed for the fate of the universe. They understood the devastating consequences, but it had to be.
The Crux knew the profound weight of their decision; doubt flickered, but the unfeasible reality of salvation demanded courage.
The stakes were too high; one mistake, and the universe would cease to exist.
Draco's forces were utterly defeated, their lives devoured. The once-ferocious Constellar being was no match for this entity. He, too, was consumed, dying the same death he had inflicted on countless others.
Earth existed in the Paleozoic epoch, its nascent humanity lacking advanced evolution, living simply, dependent on nature.
This planet, by sheer luck, remained untouched by Anti-Life.
The Crux, in its infinite wisdom, saw hope in this special world, the foundation for a new genesis of life.
They rescued it, encasing it in a powerful shield to protect it from the impending cataclysm. Though Anti-Life eventually discovered this shielded haven through triangular teleportation, it was too late; they could not breach Earth's defenses.
However, the Crux's own realm shield began to weaken, its surface gradually worming, becoming permeable to the aggressive entities, its energy slowly absorbed.
The final, intense confrontation was a devastating holocaust, as time itself ran out.
Countless lives were extinguished, and the relentless rampage of Anti-Life almost reached the very core of the Crux's essence—the foundation of hope and salvation, awaiting its explosive climax.
Then, shockwaves erupted, freezing time itself, nullifying gravity, time, and space energy.
A blinding, brilliant light engulfed all who witnessed the end of celestial existence, a ruptured climax where waves disintegrated all living things.
Stellar creatures turned into gaseous matter, like vanishing clouds.
*Itch!!! A pitch of a second shattered!!!
It was an instant!
All stellar beings, no matter their power, died and vanished with impossible speed.
— A Time of unbearable silence occupied the lifeless universe again—
The Crux's ultimate power had deleted all creatures in a single, devastating burst across the universe.
—A Gargantuan crust brimming with unfathomable energy form like a planet, but not exactly a planet; it is an omnipotent. The mixed elements across the life and energies; and, the existence of light and darkness—
—All the creations of mighty celestial....NOW EXTINCT—
The rebound waves then accumulated all energy into one, forming a formidable power so immense that none dared approach.
It was like a super giant blue sun, yet it was neither star nor planet; it was, precisely, a god's power over everything.
Grasp!!!
The Mighty Celestial Being appeared once more after he was awakened from a long eternal slumber, taking this colossal power into its hand.
"My creations was gone. Who destroyed it?"
" Oh no, the tiny blue planet, I can't let that anti-Life drain the creation of God of this universe. The laws of gods and goddesses, in article 9: Do not destroy the universe owned by other god, including life, planets and stars...if the Anti life destroyed the life on that tiny blue planet...then, the owner of this universe has the right to punish me...and I don't want to be punished."
" And so... I decided to save the tiny blue planet, to guard it against the anti-Life."
" Constellar souls, I summoned you here!"
Then, the cylindrical towers appeared in front of the mighty celestial being, all the souls was within the tower, flickering and glowing with different astral color. Like glowing smoke caged in the cylindrical tower. All the souls there has consciousness but cannot utter even a single letter.
It spoke to the Constellar souls, its voice resonating through the void: "It appears you were reckless with the powers I bestowed upon you. Many lives were destroyed because one of you birthed Anti-Life.."
" And the worst part of it, the anti-Life will going to destroy the life of that planet."
" Therefore, I punish you: you shall remain as eternal souls until you fulfill my commands."
" Blue Earth is now the sole living planet, destined to expand the existence of life."
"I grant you unique talents and abilities, and power but..... they shall only be useful to humans."
The cylindrical towers groan with bitter understanding.
"The people of Earth was mortal being as death was with them, cursing them to decline their mental capacity to survive, they lack knowledge, living as the lowest prey, even insect could killed them—they were ...ignorant, fightless."
"It is because ....second ago, the Anti life entity summoned the portal of abyss, all creatures in the land, sea, and air was contaminated with dark mutations."
"I'll send you to mortal world before it's too late.
"Now I see there are now evolved beasts and monsters, spreading terrors to humans, the talents and abilities I grant each of you will be useful."
"Not to mentioned, once you transmigrated to human, you cannot rely to your own, you must depend to human, and that's, your celestial genes will be mixed to human gene, and that will be their bloodline. Live within human vessel and be multiply!"
The Mighty Celestial Being took a small portion of the colossal blue sun-like power, a piece the size of Earth's moon, and hurled it towards the cylindrical tower, light up with immense brightness.
"From the moment Anti-Life existed, humans on blue Earth will be in perils, as your punishment , you will remain as souls. I will send you to Earth as Constellar-souls, to guide humanity, to help them reshape their future, and to choose life, not death."
"Hurry, and do not fail me!"
Fzzzzzzzzz!
The cylindrical towers become one, like a giant meteor hurled into the earth and exploded. Dinosaurs died, and beasts and monsters were buried alive, all Constellar entities souls scattered, and then, during the rise of humanity, Constellar entities began possessing human, and become part to human body.
And that's began the super genetic bloodline,
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After billion years ago.....
In Thallerion's school.
"Listen everyone, today we are going to discuss history...the history of Thallerion..."
" Imagine our world....where mankind bore unique bloodlines, each one blessed by the souls of celestial entities. Among them was our Orion ancient spirit...bless our bloodline with ability."
The teacher said in front of her student. The students were listening, one student was whispering to his classmate. "After this class, come with me and let's hunt in the forest." The boy said, with an eager face.
"I think I can't go with you this time." His classmate said with tone of fear.
"Just okay I'll be going alone...hehe... I'm not scared hunting..."
The teacher looked at them, as if they were spotted as they whispered from one another. Then, they immediately sit properly and acting with no guilt. Then, the teacher continued.
"The Hunter—an eternal guardian who gifted, Thallerion bloodline with mastery over weapons, a mind sharpened beyond mortal measure, and an instinct for battle that rivaled beasts themselves."
" From his name, our ancestors name our country as: Thallerion, or formerly called: Tele'rion—the Mind of Orion."
Yet the people believed themselves more than his children; they called themselves his foreseers, the chosen who would carry Orion's vision into the ages.
If the world was blessed by these entities, then surely there must also be a curse, one that cloaks the world in chaos.
"Back in Paleozoic era, many theory the evil entity summoned the portal of abyssal world, infested and contaminated the animals, transforming into the abomination. But then, the guardian came, not in knight in shining armor, but in souls, ready to merge to human, their ability and power turned human into super being."
"The portal of the Abyssal World lay in ruin, shattered and unsealed. From its black maw, monsters, beasts, and demons crawled forth, spreading terror across the surface of the mortal realm."
" Arghs, this history so boring!!!" The boy said.
"In those dark days, every civilization clung to survival by the strength of their bloodlines—each one bearing gifts bestowed by the Constellar entities. Magic, power, and sacred abilities became the bulwark of mankind, their only defense against the horrors loosed upon creation."
"Some bloodlines carried the gift of transformation, taking the form of soaring birds or swift-swimming fish to out match their foes. But we, Thallerion bloodline was set apart: our was the rare power to weave raw spirit into living weapons—blades of light, bows of fire, shields forged of thought."
'blah blah!' the boy mind was flattering.
The morning sun spilled through the crystalline windows, painting golden streaks across rows of students. The sound of rustling parchment echoed as the teacher began her lecture.
"Listen, everyone," she said, her voice calm yet commanding. "Today, we will discuss the history of Thallerion—the history of who we are."
She stepped toward the light, her robe reflecting the faint shimmer of ancient runes.
"Imagine a world where mankind bore unique bloodlines—each one blessed by the souls of celestial entities. Among them was our ancestor, Orion, whose spirit gifted us the sacred strength that flows in our veins even now."
The class listened, though not all with equal interest.
In the back row, a boy leaned close to his friend, whispering,
"After this class, come with me. Let's hunt in the forest."
His eyes gleamed with boyish mischief.
His friend hesitated. "I… I can't this time. Not after what happened last week."
"Fine, I'll go alone," the first boy grinned. "I'm not scared of a few beasts."
The teacher's gaze flicked toward them—sharp and knowing.
Both froze instantly, sitting upright, pretending innocence as the lesson continued.
"The Hunter," she said, "was no mere warrior. He was the eternal guardian—thallerion was gifted by Orion's light with mastery over every weapon, a mind keener than mortal thought, and an instinct that rivaled even the fiercest of beasts."
She gestured to the engraved crest on the wall behind her.
"From his name, our ancestors called this realm Thallerion—once known as Tele'rion, the Mind of Orion."
Her tone softened. "But they did not merely see themselves as his children. They called themselves his foreseers—the chosen who would carry his vision into the ages."
The room grew still. Dust motes shimmered like tiny stars in the beam of sunlight between them.
"If the world was blessed by celestial entities," she continued, "then surely, there was also a curse—one that cloaked the world in chaos."
The boy in the back yawned quietly.
"During the Paleozoic Era," she went on, "it is said that a malignant being—the Anti-Life Entity—summoned a portal to the Abyssal World. It infected the creatures of the land, sea, and sky, twisting them into abominations."
She turned, writing glowing runes across the skyboard. "But then came the Guardians—not knights in shining armor, but souls, transcendent and radiant, who descended to merge with humankind. Their essence became the spark of our evolution—the bloodlines that shaped civilization."
Her voice deepened as if telling an ancient myth.
"The Abyssal Portal shattered—but its poison lingered. From its ruin crawled horrors beyond imagination, spreading terror across the surface of the mortal realm."
"Argh, this history is so boring!" the same boy groaned under his breath.
A few students stifled giggles. The teacher turned sharply, eyes narrowing.
But instead of scolding him, she smiled faintly.
"In those dark ages," she said, "every civilization survived only by the strength of their bloodlines. Magic, power, and sacred arts were the only walls standing between life and extinction."
"Some bloodlines could transform—into eagles that soared above storms, or fish that glided through ocean trenches. But our bloodline…" She paused, her hand pressing to her chest. "The Thallerion bloodline was different. We wielded the rarest of gifts— the power to weave raw spirit into living weapons. Blades of light. Bows of flame. Shields forged from the very mind."
The boy leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded.
"Blah, blah, blah…" he muttered under his breath.
"Some even bore supernal suits of power, armor wrought of their own spirit energy, amplifying their combat might to face the endless tide."
Crinnnnngghhh!!!!
The bell rang.
" The class dismissed. Tomorrow we will have a quiz...just read the book in advance."
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"Xerxez," the teacher's voice cut through the chatter like a blade of calm authority. "Where do you think you're going this time? Planning to escape again?"
"Ah—teacher… well…" Xerxez rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a sheepish smile.
"After recess," the teacher continued, "our lesson will be on bloodlines—and why? Beyond the walls of Thallerion, you must never take form or name for granted. Out there, the people you meet may not even remain human."
"Hehe… teacher, it's bad to accuse your student of escaping," Xerxez said with a nervous laugh.
"I heard you whispering," the teacher said, arching an eyebrow. "You were planning to hunt in the forest alone. Weren't you?"
"Who said that?" Xerxez gasped, pretending shock so exaggerated it was almost comical. Did he heard it all?
"Don't act surprised," the teacher replied, his tone sharpening just slightly. I know he is lying. "If you're not lying, then answer me this—do you know why our bloodline struggles to awaken Orion's gift?"
"My grandpa said…" Xerxez straightened a little. "He said the Draco Entity defeated our mighty Guardian."
"Well said," the teacher nodded. "But your answer isn't from the archives—that's your grandfather's tale."
"Anyway," Xerxez muttered, gaze drifting toward the window, "what's the point of reading all those books if we still can't awaken the Thallerion bloodline? Knowledge won't change what's sealed inside us."
The teacher's eyes softened, then grew solemn. "Then listen—listen well to these verses."
"The verse of Thallerion."
Argh, History again...
[The bloodline of Thallerion lived with honor, sworn to shield the innocent from the ravening spawn of the Abyss. With the gift of Orion flowing in our veins, our ancestors stood unshaken, daring even to face the abyssal creatures that crawled from the deepest pits of night.]
[Yet while Thallerion held fast to their sacred charge, the world beyond fell to strife. Other bloodlines, blinded by pride, turned their powers not upon the monsters of the Abyss but upon one another. Kingdoms rose and fell as the strong colonized the weak, seeking to dominate rival bloodlines. Among them were the Draconian nation—descendants of the Dragon Constellar—who bore the dread gift of transformation, taking the form of scaled dragon-hybrids or soaring wyrms of fire and fang. Their ambition rivaled even their power, and in their shadow, countless realms trembled.]
[After countless centuries, Orion vanished without a trace. Some kings in Thallerion centuries ago claimed he had forsaken his sacred vow to guard the people of Thallerion, while other bloodlines whispered that he had been swallowed in a battle against the Draco Entity—a foe whose darkness could eclipse even his radiant might.]
[In his absence, Orion's chosen bloodline faltered. His heirs strayed from the path, their gifts dimmed, their once-pure legacy fractured. Yet within them, the ember of Orion's blessing endured, faint but unbroken, waiting to awaken.]
[Twenty years ago, came the Cyprioxians. A people draped in faith and fanaticism, they were not merely rulers—they were zealots who bound the unseen forces of the world to their will. Through their rituals, they bent magic, suppressed natural talent, and shackled the very essence of ability itself. They believed Crux entity is a god, thus their doctrine was law, their prayers was weapons, their temples fortresses of power.]
[Where Orion's blessing sought to uplift, the Cyprioxian creed sought to chain. They declared themselves chosen, proclaiming that no gift, no spark, no light could flourish unless sanctified by their god. And so, under their rule, the descendants of Thallerion were silenced, their inherited strength suppressed, their souls caged in a lattice of divine tyranny.]
[Even the last traces of Orion's promise lay dormant, smothered beneath the weight of Cyprioxian dominion—a people whose religion made them masters not only of flesh, but of spirit itself.]
[The blessing of Orion still ran in the veins of Thallerion, yet the people had forgotten how to awaken it. Once hunters, fearless and unyielding, they had grown complacent. Behind their towering walls they cowered, convincing themselves that safety was strength, and that silence was peace. It was, in truth, a coward's life.]
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"And so, I—Xerxez Herzthroven, young prince of Thallerion—will not accept such chains! Goodbye!"
"Hey! Where do you think you're going? We're not done talking yet!" the teacher shouted.
"It's recess!" Xerxez called back, already sprinting for the door. "My dream to be a hunter begins now!"
The teacher froze, exasperated. "That prince! He's escaping again!" She slumped against her desk, half-crying, half-laughing. "My king, forgive me… I tried my best to keep him still—huhu…"
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Somewhere outside of Thallerion's border, near the river of Cirtax.
Today, he slipped beyond the palace gates, marching alone beneath the verdant canopy of ancient oaks. The colossal trunks rose like watchful knights, and the emerald leaves whispered in a tongue older than kingdoms.
"Beasts, abyssal creatures, entities, sorceries, guardians... what other mysteries did Grandpa leave untold?"
Yet even the vivid tales of abyssal horrors told by his grandfather could not quench the fire of his adventurous spirit. That's right!
"I am the only begotten son of the Monarch of Thallerion. I was born in the Betelgeuse District. Mother said my name was passed down through our lineage — from my grandfather, Zerceux, to my father, Cerceux, and now to me — Xerxez. That's our family's naming tradition."
His mother, Queen Xurien Wrez Herzthroven, often caught him sneaking away. She would scold him with furrowed brows and stern words, yet her reprimands always softened into song. Music bound them—mother and son—voices weaving together in secret chambers, their melodies carrying both laughter and lament.
"I'm sure my mom will scold me again if she found out I'm escaping again.. I'm sure teacher Lynzyer will report it to my parents."
While his father, King Cerceux Herzthroven, looked upon Xerxez with a different eye. Where the Queen sought to guard, the King sought to sharpen.
Sometimes, in the quiet palace yard, amidst the statues of their ancestors, he trained the boy's hands to steady and his breath to still.
Apples balanced atop stone heads became their quarry, a glowing blue arrows loosed with steady aim. Each strike was a promise—the promise that Thallerion's blood had not run dry.
"But this escape... it isn't rebellion — it's a test. I'll prove to my father that I am truly of Orion's blood — a hunter born. His training will not be in vain."
His steps fell soft against the moss-clad earth, muted as though the forest itself wished to keep his presence a secret.
Overhead, robins trilled their bright songs, their voices echoing like a choir woven into the canopy of ancient oaks. Chirp!!!
Every crunch of fallen leaves beneath his leather shoes marked his passage deeper into the green cathedral, where the air was damp with bark, soil, and the faint sweetness of blooming ivy.
Across his back lay a bow, its polished curve. At his hip rested a quiver of arrows, their fletching like feathers dipped in, whispering of flight and purpose. Yet the true weight he bore was not of weapon or quiver, but of destiny hidden beneath his royal-blue jacket and the simple white tunic of a boy still caught between dreams and the burden of a forgotten crown.
He traced the knotted branches above with eager eyes, as if the forest had laid out a map just for him.
Then he saw it: a faint shimmer, soft as dawnlight. Perched high in the crook of an ancient oak rested an ancient robin's nest, its threads glinting blue in the dappled sun. His pulse quickened, a thrill coursing through him—this was the treasure he had come for.
But beneath the stillness, the forest watched him back. From a stagnant pool at the tree's roots, something stirred. Murky water rippled as unseen eyes blinked open, glinting faintly gold in the shadow.
The creature slid forward, soundless, then sank back into the mud whenever the boy glanced its way. Patient. Watching. Waiting.
"Hmm?" he mumbled to himself, trying to shake a strange feeling of being watched. Just a tiny creature, toying with me?
With nimble determination, he seized the trunk, his fingers finding purchase in the ridges of bark. His feet pressed against the rough surface, clinging as brittle twigs snapped away under his weight and fell like frail bones to the earth below. Higher and higher he climbed, the air growing cooler, the light breaking into shards of gold between the leaves.