The Noble Blood

In the ancient realm of gods, the domain of Earth. It was divided into four distinct territories, each ruled by a powerful deity and their devoted followers.

The realm of Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategic warfare, was the domain of the Elves - a race blessed with the gift of magic. They flourished in this land, using their abilities to construct magnificent citadels and wield authority over the natural world.

Neighboring this realm was the dominion of Hephaestus, the smith-god. Here, the Dwarves - renowned for their unparalleled craftsmanship - thrived. They excelled at forging the most formidable weapons and machines, making their territory a technological innovation hub.

To the west lay the realm of Ares, god of war. This was the domain of the Orcs, a fierce and unyielding race who valued strength and conquest above all else. They were a fearsome people, their brutish nature and thirst for battle was always what they considered first.

Finally, there was the realm of Zeus, king of the gods. This was the realm of Humans, a race that possessed a unique balance of the Elves' magical prowess and the Dwarves' craftsmanship. Though envied by the other races, the Humans were respected for their versatilitym

The gods no longer communicated with their subjects, leaving them in a state of imbalance and making them do as they chose.

The Orcs, who wanted a taste of being the overall rulers, decided to conquer the other realms.

Their population exploded, surpassing the growth of the other races tenfold. Driven by jealousy and a lust for domination, the Orcs set their sights on conquering the other realms.

They began their overrule by overwhelming the Dwarves, using their sheer numbers and brute strength to subjugate the skilled craftsmen. With the Dwarves' advanced weaponry now in their possession, the Orcs then turned their attention to the Elven realm, swiftly overpowering the magic-wielders.

Lastly, the Orcs set their sights on the Humans, but the mortals were able to seal the bridge that connected the realms, halting the Orcish onslaught. Since then, the Humans have lived in constant fear, ever vigilant against the possibility of the Orcs finding a way to breach the divide once more.

"When the sky weeps and the stars vanish, the child of two bloods shall rise. And with his choice, the world shall either fall... or be reborn."

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In a medieval chamber resembling an ancient European palace, the room was well decorated and had luxurious furniture, a young lady lay upon a dark red king-sized bed, her head resting on a velvet pillow.

Standing beside her was a woman with flowing dark, silky hair cascading down to her waist line.

The young lady on the bed had striking silver hair that spread across the velvet pillow.

She sat in a posture like that of a woman in the throes of labor. It could be seen on her face has she felt like it was the end of the world to her.

"Ahhhhhh!" She screamed, gripping the silk sheet that was beneath her as she felt immense pain.

"Push one more time," implored the woman in her thirties, dressed in a long medieval gown, who was the matron. She held the legs of the young lady in her twenties, who desperately tried to deliver her baby.

"Hmmmmmmm!" The young woman clenched her teeth, straining with all the strength she had left.

"I can see the baby's head! Just one more push," the midwife encouraged, her hands carefully cradling the emerging child.

"Errrrrrh! Errrrh!" The cry of the baby could be heard.

Finally, with one last push, the baby emerged. The woman carefully lifted the newborn into her arms and announced to the mother,

"Congratulations, it's a boy." A smile graced the mother's face as she extended her hands to receive her child. Yet, the young lady still experienced intense pain in her abdomen.

"Something is still in my belle. Ahhhhh! Get it out... Hmmmmm,"she gasped, her grip on the midwife's arm tightening as he gave her the child in her arms.

Swiftly, the midwife placed the firstborn in a crib, wrapped snugly in a blanket. She pressed her hands gently against the young lady's swollen stomach.

"There is another child in you" The words left her lips in disbelief.

The mother's face was drenched in sweat, her strength nearly gone. She barely had the energy to react.

The midwife hadn't anticipated the presence of a second child during the delivery, and the unexpected discovery left her momentarily taken aback.

Realizing the situation, the midwife interlaced her hands, causing a golden light to radiaite from them. Gradually, she began revolving her hands, generating a healing golden orb. She placed it on the young lady's body, then a golden glow radiated.

"This will provide some relief," the midwife comforted.

After five minutes, the young lady regained a little strength.

"Now, you must push with all your might. If the baby remains in your womb any longer, he may not survive," explained the midwife to the young lady.

"Hmmmmm!" she screamed, mustering all her strength, and the baby's head emerged.

Seeing the head, the midwife encouraged her, "You're almost there—just one more push." She positioned her hands at the baby's head.

"Arrrrrrrh!" She screamed gripping the silk shit rising from her pillow and pushing with every ounce of energy left within her. Finally, the baby was born.

"Congratulations... it's another boy," the midwife smiled, but hid her true emotions underneath the smile as she held the completely pale child.

"Give me my child" the young lady asked weakly as she eagerly wanted to hear the cry of her baby, but to her surprise, there was only silence.

She was completely exhausted and devoid of strength, so she immediately became unconscious as she slept off.

The mid wife who was still holding the lifeless pale child within her arms then said,

"I won't let him slip away "

The midwife's eyes shined with a golden light as she enveloped the lifeless baby in its radiant glow. Lifting the child into the air, she channeled her power.

"By the power vested in me, I restore you!" The midwife's eyes radianted and her hands became enshrouded in tendrils of golden light, as she sought to infuse life into the pale, fragile infant enveloped in a golden aura.

Six hours passed, the midwife tried her best but everything was to no avail as it was fruitless.

"Ahhh!" The young lady woke up as she held her head in pain. Then she turned towards the baby crib only to find one of the child placed in it.

"Where is he?" she implored the midwife. However, the midwife's gaze conveyed a sense of unease, hinting that something was amiss.

"Where is my baby?" she was curious to know.

"I'm sorry, I did everything possible to bring him back, but..." The midwife hesitated to complete her statement.

"But what!" The young lady inquired.

"I'm...."

"Speak out! Where is my baby? Hand him over to me?" She persisted as she attempted to stand up from the bed she was lying on.

"My lady you're weak don't stand up" the midwife rushed to hold her still, but the young lady shrugged her off.

"Tell me where my baby is?" She persisted

"I'm sorry we lost him" The midwife finally let out as she bowed her head with a saddened expression.

"That can't be possible," the young lady stood up, utterly stunned, unable to comprehend what had transpired.

"I'm sorry, I tried everything possible to save him,but I couldn't" the midwife explained, her voice filled with sympathy, as she took a seat on the bed in an attempt to offer solace.

However, disregarding the midwife's presence, the young lady walked towards the crib that held her lifeless baby. She held him close, clutching him tightly, as tears streamed down her face.

"Why did you leave me? Why did you leave your brother behind, I never knew that you existed and now, you are denied the chance to stay. Why?" she sobbed bitterly, her grip tightened, unwilling to let go of her lifeless child.

"Whhhhhy me!"