Chapter 2: Birth of a new prince

Beastcountry Shura, Dragonking castle, Earth 2016 Vamon 1014AD

Crying could be heard within the dungeons of Dragonking castle. The loud crying of new life resounded within the damp walls. In the seventh dungeonroom on the first underground floor Dragonking Bar’ath Shadowwing stood emotionless in the corner watching the Birthhelpers give birth to his next son. He was of course in his human appearance. Everyone who could either change into human form like the dragons or was part human like the werewolve tribe were considered beastkin and Bar’ath was their king.

The beastkin country Shura was the weakest among the three countries on the continent. If the human country and the demon country weren’t in a permanent struggle for supremacy the beastkin would have a hard time. For this reason Bar’ath has created a plan. He had discussed this thoroughly with his closest advisors. They kidnapped women from the strongest races across the continent and had the king make children with them. He would then proceed to find the most outstanding among them and that child would be groomed into the ultimate fighting machine. An individual that can turn the scales of battle into their favor.

At the moment a woman from the strongest Ashura demon tribe was laying on the table sweating and twitching in agony. Her black „wings” were weakly hanging over the side of the table. They weren’t really wings and more several extensions on her back a little bit like the skeleton structure of wings without a membrane. Powerful dark or lighting magic could be channeled through those giving the Ashura the ability to fly and hurl unparalleled magic power. If the lighting/darkness nature of the Ashura could be combined with his fire/darkness attribute… It should produce outstanding results.

But something was not right. Even though the baby looked strong and healthy the birthhelpers did not immediately approach the king. After a short while a very old completely grey werecat slowly walked up to Bar’ath: „Your Highness the Ashura woman has born you a healthy son but…” Bar’ath took a step out of the shadows. A sharp face of a man in his fifties with short dark hair looked at the nanny with black piercing eyes. „What?” One word and the pressure in the entire dungeon increased to a life threatening atmosphere. The old car trembled and managed to barely say: „My lord, the baby… I have never come across something like this. His magic power… it is out of this world, my lord after being born he has the same amount as you who has accumulated power for centuries! However.” The woman took a deep breath: „He has no magic attribute. He will never be able to use more than the most basic spells. Those will have an improved effect but… just basic spells is not enough to fight.”

The king was stunned. He started to think but could only come to one conclusion: If he can’t fight he is worthless. Gar’ath sighed, it can’t be helped. „Keep him for the others. We will just throw him in with the rest.” Leaving behind those words the dragonking left. The rest of the room bowed while he was leaving responding „YES YOUR HIGHNESS!” The by now dead body of the Ashura woman forgotten by everyone.

Within the deepest part of dragonking castle. A small black box with inscriptions on it. Several thick chains with talismans were anchored in the room and connected with the box. For the first time after centuries the black box started to give of a faint black glow.

Within the temple of the light goddess. The most holy room deep within the temple. A small pearl lay on a soft cushion within an empty room. But unlike normal a faint white glow could be seen coming from the pearl.

Five more locations throughout Vamon experienced similar changes to similar objects. Times were changing. The seven emperor could feel that finally the time had come when they could return to the world.

Darkness. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. Where am i? What happened? Confusion. I have no idea where i am nor whats happening. I hear unfamiliar noises. I open my eyes. Woah why am so high up. I look around and i see an unfamiliar scene. People gather around a woman that seems to be dying, i can’t make out specifics but for some reasons it hurts me to see the woman like that. I open my mouth and… scream. Huh? Why is the only noise coming out of my mouth crying. I try again. Crying. Wait a moment. I look down myself. HUH? Okay this is seriously strange. Suddenly something even stranger happens. One of the people in the room approaches me and picks me up. A woman with grey fur and cat ears… grey fur and car ears? This is a dream of course! I was dreaming about bears and darkness and all this stuff and I will definitely wake up soon. Any moment now. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself awake.

Nothing happens. Shit. I open my eyes again. The cat woman looks at me with very sad eyes. She says something. I can’t understand it. If I had known back then what would happen to me… I think i would have cried way more than i did. Well it can’t be changed anymore. That was the beginning of my new life. From now on hell would start.