Hi guys! I didn´t post this yesterday cause irl halloween stuff that wasn´t planned happened and today was the Day of The Dead and I had to go pay homage to my family.

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A weird dream that is what I describe this moment.

The darkness that surrounds me is like a gas moving swiftly stopping me from seeing anything more than this ball made from it.

Suddenly a voice came like a distant memory, unclear at first but familiar.

It was singing an old song in the tongue of the gods, one that I didn´t heard since the death of Alduin during the Calamity Event.

From lands and worlds away a man will come

whose voice will destroy worlds and universes will tremble.

A powerful voice that will reign in silence in a throne made of stars.

He will stand above all.

But in that stillness a word is to hang in the air.

A word not uttered. WAR.

With is voice even the strongest realm will kneel.

And worlds will burn in a sacred flame

As his army will fight in a holy war, bound to consume all.

Enemies won´t stand long in his path

And many will fade like dust from the burning light

From muscles to skin and bones

Shall lay, broken.

Hell will bow, Heaven shall crumble, nothing can stop him.

Is this punishment? To hear this song now? I looked around no one. The song continued bringing memories I wished never to remember. “No no no no no no no no I didn´t… I…STOP IT!” By then I was already banging the dark ball hoping to somehow stop the song. “This voice… no Elin…no…stop” The darkness opened revealing a woman in noble posture looking at me with mercy. Black and long hair and black eyes with red irises. A dress of white silk covered her nude body.

“..stop…”

She smilled.

The Conqueror shall start a new age of peace

Forged from the fallen blood of friends and foes.

Prosperity and happiness will spread all over

With the Burning Light of the new gods shinning

She kneel in front of me putting her index finger under my chin and approached her face very near me and whispered:

From Treasis where the high beings are

She got closer and moved to my ear:

Under the flag of the Charred Council.

………………

“Ah HUH” I woke up gasping for air as I could not breathe properly. My heart was racing and I was covered in sweat. I sat in my bed still panicking trying not to make a sound. I looked into the window nearest to me to see the sun rise. –It is just a dream- I thought.

I got up and started thinking –A dream, yes, but why to appear now? It has been six years since my rebirth. Six years since my last dream occurred. Today is the day I am going to be presented to society as heir to the throne. Is it because I´m nervous?- I walked as silently as possible to the bowl filled with water and splashed my face with water. Suddenly I hear a voice coming from behind the door of my room:

“My Lord Nox! It is time to wake up! Your mother Lady Cassandra wants to see you before breakfast!”

“Yes Miss Farah! I´m going”

I looked myself in the mirror before anything else. I was six years old, my long hair was bleached black and my irises were red. My muscles were well developed for a kid my age and my maturity was way above them. The entire capital regarded me as a genius child, by the age of 11 months I started speaking fluently and by age 1 and 2 months I already knew how to read and write. By age 3 I already dealt with highly difficult math problems, spoke 5 languages and already helped my mother govern the kingdom by advising her during the public tribunal session where my mother was presented with cases from all types of people.

Of course I ain´t gonna tell them that is all because I am reincarnated and I kept most of my memories. After a quick choice on the wardrobe I was wearing black boots (modified by me to have metal behind the leather and a retractable knife on both my feet) black underwear with black pants with two hidden pockets both hiding a small throwing knife. A white shirt and a red ribbon on my collar. A black leather overcoat that reaches halfway to my feet with way too many knife hiding places. I attached sword half my size to my black leather belt. My entire clothing was upgraded with magic to be hard to cut, as hard as a metal armour. Of course with my skill I could defend from everything but it would be hard to explain why a dagger couldn´t cut my chest…

Now, why so many knifes? Well after rumours about my geniality started spreading through out the continent some kingdoms and empires started to already regard me as possible future threat so they sent assassins to my tower. Let´s just say it was hard to remove the red out my walls.

I got out of my room with incredible speed going down the tower stairs. I can´t afford to be late with mother she is going to punish me if get late.

Finally I got to the last floor of the tower, where a great reinforced iron door stood. Behind that door was a bridge made of beautiful white marble with blue, black and red decorations that I choosed, that separated the tower from the rest of the citadel.

Six butlers and six maids displayed in a ritual manner, man in the right, woman in the left, all of them sons and daughters of senior servants of the citadel, were waiting for me outside and in the precise moment I put my right foot in the bridge an unison and courteous greetings from them.

“Good Morning Lord Nox!” all of them bowing in deep respect.

One of the butlers, the one that had short military brown hair and brown eyes and very tall with a goat beard, approached me and said.

“Good Morning, sir!”

“Good morning everybody! Good morning Jafar!”

“As Miss Farah already told you the news?”

“Hum?” I said as the small battalion of maids and butlers entered the door behind me all bowing at my sight. After that I quickly started walking to the reinforced iron door on the other side of the bridge. “ What news?”

“As my lord not been informed?”

“Of what? That my mother wants to see me ?”

“No, my lord, not that.”

Jafar started to slightly run in front of me to open the door. I quickly passed the open door entering the renascence style palace/fort that is the citadel.

"Then?”

“It seems we have a special guest arriving at the party, my lord, two ladies!”

“Who? There’s going to be dozens of special guests at the party. Who cares for two more?”

“Oh! But my lord this one knowns that this ladies aren´t normal!”

I raised my eyebrow.

“This ladies are the oldest daughters of Count Vladimir, the High Demon!”

“I don´t want to be mean but WHO cares!”

He sighed as we turned left then right and we entered a secret passage behind a painting of an ancestor.

“They are half bloods! They are twins and both are geniuses beyond belief! And your mother wants YOU, my lord, to marry one of them!”

“Wha… my… excuse me what?”

We got out of the dark passage hidden behind a statue and stopped in the middle of a grand hall, a few feet from a massive door that led to the throne room.

“Your mother Lady Cassandra wants you to choose one of them and marry her!”

I sighed and unfortunately I let escape a cold and serious voice come out of my mouth totally unlike a six-year old child.

“Tell me everything you know Jafar...”

“They are twins and they are very beautiful and intelligent and look exactly equal to one another. With an exeption, one, Lady Kallisto has pure white hair, from her father while the other Lady Ariadne has black obsidian hair from her mother!”

“Both beautiful and both equal? This is going to be difficult…”

“Not only that but they exceed their magical expectations in Light, Darkness and Ice magic! But they are also known to be very silent only saying a word or two at the same time!”

“You probably heard that from rumours, they are usually exaggerated. I am going in the throne room wait here while I attend with dear mother. If anything happens tell me and keep me posted through the telepathy skill.”

“Yes, of course, my lord”