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'The body that was revealed underneath, was a far cry from his blemish less face and hands. It was filled with scars and disfigured tissues. The boy could easily heal them, but he didn't, because the scars were a reminder, a reminder that he didn't belong to this world, a reminder that he was an imposter, a mere street rat amongst the high society of royal lions and tigers.' ~Charles Warammar The Eternal Realm had merged with the Earth’s plain causing catastrophe and disaster all over the living world. All the continents had been rearranged, the oceans had become unstable, and the animals had been transformed into beasts. The technologies which the humans had developed for eons became useless, with the very science on which they were built, broken. Humanity which had once ruled the world, had found themselves stranded on a single continent. This continent was named Euroca. On Euroca they found a new path of development in the form of the ‘Eternal Realm’. Now a thousand years and countless Realm wars later, humanity had finally established themselves to their former glory. They had constructed cities and kingdoms, and conquest far in the Eternal Realm, gaining innumerable resources. But unbeknownst to them numerous new threats had emerged, this time not in the Eternal Realm but on their home continent. Lost in their greed of power and internal war, could humanity unite to face them… ------------------------------------------------------- A poor boy living in the Rags, the lowest of the low settlements, attracted the attention of one of the strongest families and got adopted in their ranks. His old identity was snuffed out and he was reforged to be known as Charles Warammar. His whole world had changed, but unbeknownst to him soon the whole human world was going to change, and this man would be at the center of it. Whether he becomes the reason behind their salvation or the cause for their destruction only time would tell…
A huge white creature was flying through the blue skies. With tremendous speed it flew down into the foliage, changing its trajectory at the last possible second, it soared back up in the clouds. It opened its beak and gave a loud shriek of joy. After having its fill, the creature changed its direction and started moving towards a distant city. Within minutes it reached the outskirts of the enormous settlement, surrounded by its impenetrable Davinestone* walls.
A human would be awestruck looking at the magnificent city having a blend of modern and ancient culture, with buildings as tall as 1000 feet but made using stone and mortar. There were various designs carved on these stones. The roads were made up of smooth granite, but instead of having wheeled vehicles, there were hover cars gliding at a height of a few feet.
The beast indifferently transformed to a size of what used to be called an Eagle during the Olden Times* and entered the city. Just as it flew over the walls it felt an invisible force repelling its movement. In a mere millisecond the force was gone as if it was part of its imagination. Shrieking it flew inside the city, past the buildings, over the hover cars, towards the central island.
As if detached from the city the central piece of land was surrounded by a moat filled with water. There were only two bridges that connected it to the outer city. It had an area equal to that of the outer city, but filled with buildings that were grander and even more majestic. One quarter of this area was covered by a dense forest.
'The Human Alliance Military Academy (THAMA)', those were the words inscribed on the huge gates that connected the inner and outer cities. The creature zoomed past the moat and entered the academy.
On the sixteenth floor from the top of one of the grandest buildings in the academy, a eighteen-year-old boy could be seen gazing outside. He had a fair complexion with jet black hair and a handsome face. However, his most striking feature were his eyes, which were gold in colour. Anyone could lose themselves by just staring at them. They were one of the reasons behind his famous moniker, 'Gilded Sight'. As he was lost in his thoughts, he perceived a white object heading his way at an incredible speed. At the last possible second the boy dodged to the left.
THWACK- The white creature who had just entered through the window crashed headfirst on the marble floor.
"SHKK", it made an annoyed sound looking upside down at the boy.
The boy whose eyes, for a second had turned a deeper shade of gold chidded, "You know, you can't catch me off-guard like that Eaglis…and besides do you want all your beautiful feathers to get wet?", he asked, gesturing towards his body which was covered head to toe in sweat.
Eaglis jumped to its paws, gave its soul bound* owner a sidelong look, made another sound and walked away, as if to say, "Next time I'll get you…next time". The boy laughed to himself and made his way towards the bathroom.
Befitting his status as the sixteenth ranked, among the first years of THAMA, he had a huge living space with a personal gym fitted with the latest equipments, a scenario simulation machine*, a bed chamber with the most comfortable bed and a personal bathroom with a Gravielstone* pool. Agreed the top five rankers had a bigger gym area, a stronger scenario simulation machine and a better Gravielatone pool but that rank wasn't worth all the attention he would receive.
'It was a wise choice to underscore my results during the entrance test', the boy mused as he looked at himself in the mirror. Slowly he removed his clothes. The body that was revealed underneath, was a far cry from his blemishless face and hands. It was filled with scars and improperly healed tissues. He could easily heal them with a super high-grade Graviel* potion but he didn't, because the scars were a reminder, a reminder that he didn't belong to this world, a reminder that he was an imposter, a mere street rat amongst the high society of royal lions and tigers. So, for now it was fine, he was fine being the 16th ranked Charles Warammar, competent, trusted and slightly powerful underling of the sixth princess of the Dhamalan Empire, her highness Alexia Dhamalan, The Princess of Flames.
