Growing up

(remember how ruthless these times were, especially with a father like the MCS, and I want to say I have tried to make the language seem older but I'm not really sure how well I'm at it, if this was ancient European culture it would be easier. Also please note that I will kind of speed through his childhood)

-Taban Khan pov -

I stood in front of my father he watched me with his usual cold and emotionless eyes, it was strange how he could change from being cold and emotionless to having pure rage flow through his eyes I have seen his madness many times.

After all, he is the Great Khan.

I have never heard anyone refer to him as Genghis before and I probably never will.

"Today marks your seventh year since I gave you life," my father said his eyes never leaving mine. Gave me life, such an endearing way to put it.

Don't show weakness.

Ever.

That rule has been one of the only things he has taught me since my birth.

"Yes father," I replied with a similarly cold tone although mine still needed work

Father apparently agreed because he looked unimpressed, I can tell by the way his nostrils widened just a bit.

"Two things will happen today, you will learn more about this world and you will kill your first man, woman, and child," he said like we were talking about slaughtering poultry

I inwardly froze, my mind went blank my childhood wasn't normal being the son of the great khan, I couldn't use 'childish' language, I had to slaughter animals that my father brought me, and I had to learn about warfare all of that started when I was four.

I have never killed another human.

It made me terrified but, the look my father gave me meant I had no choice.

"I see," was the only reply I could muster

"They are traitors," he added

Ah, he loves me, he added that to calm my new inner turmoil. Although he won't admit it.

"I see," I said again but this time with a lot less weakness

"Good, first let me tell you about some important matters. There are creatures that you will inevitably face that aren't human, I am one of those. I am called a berserker, I am made for war, I will never age, and hardly anything can kill me. You are human but carry my blood, it is why you are so weak, the berserker blood is fighting your human body. Unfortunately, you have more human blood in you than berserker blood. Anger fuels my race, we learn to wield it, and I will teach you as well if you manifest any berserker abilities," father said in the bluntness way possible

I was shocked, father wasn't human?

I digested his words and then realized what he said.

I am human.

"So I am a human? Does that mean I won't get strong like you? " I asked my voice sounded hollow

"Yes." was his reply

Before I could say anything more, father clapped his hands, then some of his warriors walked in with prisoners. A man, a woman, and a child about my age.

"Kill them," was all he said to me

My mind was in turmoil, I don't want to kill them they are humans.

"Kill them," he said again but this time I knew if I didn't I would be in a world of pain

I took the knife that hung by my waist, and walking over to them I stopped.

"Please don't kill us!" the boy yelled

"Please!"

"Please!"

They all begged.

"Great Khan do I have to kill the child?" I asked

I must use the name Great Khan to address my father in public.

"My warriors kill women, men, and children," was his reply

"You are a warrior," he added

Pushing down my fear and guilt I walked closer to the man and plunged my knife into his heart quickly pulling it out I then did the same to the woman and then the boy.

I could feel the life draining from their bodies. I had to hold back my disgust.

Show no weakness.

Ever.

I am a warrior.

Those words kept repeating inside my mind. I watched as fathers men took the lifeless bodies, I didn't know what to think, what to do.

For the first time in my life, I was mad at my father, how dare he make me do this! I am seven!

Rage blinded me.

-narrator pov -

The Great Khan looked at his son and saw the rage in his eyes.

'Good' he thought

All of a sudden Taban moved faster than any human could he attempted to strike his father.

*pah* Genghis caught Taban's first

Taking his son's arm Genghis applied a little pressure *crthck!* Taban's arm broke

"ARGHH!" he yelled in pain snapping out of his rage-filled state

"I see, you can activate your berserker rage but once injured you leave that state, real berserkers grow stronger the more we are injured," Genghis said indifferently

Taban cradling his arm couldn't help but ask, "how do you fight like that father? I wouldn't be able to tell ally from enemy,"

"We learn to control the rage state," Genghis said simply

"When was the last time you lost control?" Taban asked trying to hide the fact he is in immense pain

"Nishapur,"

One million seven hundred thousand people were slaughtered, men, women, the children no one was spared.

That was what happened in Nishapur.

-Taban pov -

Harsh and brutal, those are the two words I would describe my training. I wake up and immediately start learning about the other races running around my lands.

Then I leave for combat training with one of my father's generals who is also a berserker his name is Amun. My body can't handle the heavy training unfortunately but, that doesn't stop me nor will it ever stop my father from continuing my training.

Then comes war strategies, then how to kill a human in as many ways possible class.

After everything, I sped the last hours before the moon welcomes the night with my father teaching me how to control my rage.

It has been a while since I first killed.

And I have never forgotten it.

Currently, I am in my room with my father looking down at me.

"What makes you feel anger?" he asked me his tone as detached as ever

"Being weak, the first time I killed, listing to your voice," I replied fighting the urge to grin

"My voice?" he said

I was about to nod my head when a fist launched in my direction, I couldn't even move before the air was knocked out of me.

"So what about my voice," father said his nostrils flaring

"Ah, nothing ha," I spoke while gasping for breath

[four years later]

I am now eleven, and my daily schedule hasn't changed since I was seven, though I have met my other siblings, apparently father only keeps the siblings that turn out to be born berserkers, and since I am a human everyone is confused.

Long story short I don't like them much.

I train like crazy every day but my health is also in danger, whenever I train or get angry the small amount of berserker blood I have in my system runs rampant throughout my system making my heart beat faster too fast really it has nearly killed me a couple of times.

I have heard my father talking about meeting with a shaman he is looking for a method by which I can heal my body faster. It is weird father seems oddly interested in my activities I might only be eleven but I have always been smart with good instincts and observation skills.

He wants me to become strong, for what reason I'm not sure.

Currently, I sat drinking a particular brew of tea I could hear father approaching my door.

*creek*

"Taban," he greeted me calling me by my name

Would it kill him to call me son?

"Father," I greeted back

"You will be leaving during the next full moon," he told me emotionlessly

What!? That's In a week.

"Why?" I asked unable to keep my bewilderment at bay

"To find your cure," he told me his right brow slightly lifting

He is nervous, I concluded.

"Really? And what is this cure?" I asked brow furrowed

"I don't know, a shaman told me you will find it on your journey," he replied indifferently

My father's fatal flaw he believes in shamans too much.

"Why must you trust in shamans so much?" I asked him a little annoyed

He sent a heavy glare my way, "because they follow the true path of balance unlike those sorcerers,"

The true path of balance?

"I don't understand," I said my tone showed my confusion

"You will," he replied

"Amun will join you as well as his troops," father added then left

Sending an eleven year old out to venture around the world and find a 'cure'. Father is just too kind.

The week passed rather quickly, soon the full moon rose and I got onto my horse next to Amun, more men than I could count were behind us.

Father walked over to Amun and me, "find the cure," was all he said

'Cure' that word disgusts me it makes it seem like I'm some form of plague.

"We will Great Khan," Amun said with devotion in his eyes

Disgusting.

-end-

A/N: sorcerers= witches

I want to preface this now just to be clear, betrayal in this story will not be forgiven. Hate that in Tvd and originals people just forgive someone for doing something horrible. So that being said major character's death could be a factor in this story. Also noticed that in a lot of tvd ff someone will literally snap the mcs neck and the mc will get mad for two seconds then help said person, yeah no none of that shit here mc is raised by Genghis Khan he will be fucking shit up.