《Arthur...but the draft》Prologue
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In a dimly lit room, the sound of paper flipping could intermittently be heard. At the source of the sound was a five-year-old boy. He could be considered cute with his golden hair and an oddly separated streak of white. Withing the dim room, the only source of light came from a runic ring that dangled down a necklace. As he continuously flipped through the book, his sapphire eyes ceaselessly shone with excitement.
After a while, the hardcover at the back of the book firmly closed. Looking at the boy's face, anyone could tell he was brimming with enthusiasm. He looked across the dimly lit room to a silver egg, roughly his size, surrounded by red stones that gave off warmth.
In a light whisper, "I know what I want to be when I am older, Aegon. I want to be a Sovereign."
As though awakening from a deep slumber, the runic ring dangling from his neck began to shine a bright blue light. The originally dim room was now bursting with light. Slowly, the intensity of the light began to ease. As the light receded, star-like particles of blue filled the room, making it feel as though one was standing in the embrace of stars.
A moment later, the particles began to move and condense; soon, an image of a large city was formed.
Around the city stood imposing high walls that gave off a feeling of indomitability. Withing the large city, recreational areas bathed the land, and buildings reached for the skies. Everything within the city seemed to give off a feeling of grandioseness, but they all couldn't compare to the majesty of the palace at the city's center. Like a behemoth, it stood tall and wide, radiating a corporeal might.
As the boy continued to watch in astonishment, the particles moved again, slowly two faces appeared. One was a handsome man with chiseled features, and the other was a beautiful woman with delicate features. The man gave off a feeling of fieriness and sturdiness, whereas the woman gave off a feeling of fluidity and freeness.
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As the scene again changed, the man and woman were now standing side by side in front of a mass of people. In the woman's arms was a bundled up baby seeming giving of a halo of light. In front of them, a mass of people were all single kneeling with their hands cupped as they held sturdy gazes of respect and subservience.
After a moment, the blue particles moved again. This time, however, two figures stood at the forefront of what seemed to be an army charging towards an unknown force. Looking at the desperation of the charge, it would seem that the battle was their last stand.
Like a movie, a new scene appeared as the particles once again shifted. The new scene showed a hooded figure carrying a bundled up baby. Tall trees towered over them, seemingly hiding them from unwanted eyes. Looking past the duo and into the distance, plumes of smoke reminiscent of a city burning could be seen.
At that moment, unbeknownst to the golden-haired boy, a stream of tears silently slid down his face.
With a light burst of light, the blue particles shifted again, but rather than forming a picture-like scene; the scene now began to move.
At the shore of a wide river, the figure stood with the baby in their arms, breathing heavily. Upon catching their breath, a swirl of energy began to encircle them. Placing the baby down, the hooded figure took out a necklace with a ring as the centerpiece and placed it into the bundles of the baby.
As the energy around him continuously grew, he began to channel the energy into his hands. As the energy reached its peak, a ray of power suddenly burst towards the baby. When the ray was about to make contact with the baby, it suddenly stopped and began to form a crystalline shell around the baby. As the figure continuously poured out the power, the crystal shell also grew in thickness and its presence hazier, nearing invisibility. After a while, the figure withdrew his power, and after gasping for a bit, they bent down and picked up the obscure crystal encased baby. Walking to the river, the figure gently placed the baby down into it. Letting go, the figure watched the baby bob up and down as the river carried it downstream. As the figure watched the baby disappear off into the distance, they gathered their remaining energy and dashed in the opposite direction.
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As both the baby and figure into their respective distances, the scene once again changed.
An old man was seated in a canoe at the center of a lake, humming enthusiastically as he enjoyed the beauty of his surroundings. There was a peaceful look on his face as he contently enjoyed his quiet afternoon. However, a frown suddenly formed as he sensed something. With a slight shudder of his body, energy flowed forth and seeped into the surroundings. A moment later, a large crystal floated out of the lake and held itself a meter away from him. With a slight wave of his hand, the crystal landed in his hands. With a perplexed look, he infused his energy into the crystal, and after a moment, a crisp cracking sound appeared followed by the crying a newborn. With a surprised look, realization suddenly dawned on him. With another wave of his hand, the space around him warped as he and baby in the crystal disappeared.
And with that, the blue particles that filled the dim room like a myriad of stars quietly dispersed. However, as they dispersed, they silently flowed into a Rubix-like cuboid on the desk of the boy.
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