Chapter III

After the whole ordeal, Sulax was named king. Since the nobles needed someone they could control after killing of the former king, Sulax was meant for more than just a simple monarch, but as every hero. He got drunk with the pleasures of fame and power. At his 45th birthday, he proclaimed to be a god who helped humanity from the clutches of evil. Preaching that only those of pure blood would obtain the right to meet their God. Therefore, every other race were the devil's spawns. Those of half-blood would burn in the depths of hell, with every creature in this world, only pure bloods were welcomed. The country had no tolerance for other races, if they capture any creature that wasn't human, they were enslaved.

As time passed by, a lot of the old laws became words from the pass; for the reason they were too barbaric or unjust for everyone to follow. Therefore, some creatures were "Free" as they could now own land and seek a better life, or at least that's what humans made it seem like. Yes, demihumas or creatures could own land but only outside of the main cities. If the army needed soldiers or dummies, they would call upon them. They were binned by an enchanted metal collar which forbid them to leave the country or try to take them off. If they did figure out to remove their collar, the collar would kill them in an instant. Not only would they face a deadly punishment, but their family would also suffer a punishment by becoming slaves for the rest of their lives, as well as every generation after that. The enchanted collar also had one more awful nasty use. Every being who bares the misfortune of having one would be drained of their magic slowly and painfully. Since every living thing had a certain magic capacity, everyone was able to wield magic. The normal amount always varied depending on the demihuman or creature. For humans, their magika capacity was from 40 to 100 always being able to improve. The puppet king had the capacity of 791,793 magika. No human had ever been able to reach that level till the puppet king. If an individual level was exhausted to nothing they would perish, since magika was part of themselves. Therefore, most of the enslaved creatures would die by the age of 12. Those that could survive with little magika, their bodies were weak and sick; never truly living, just lingering for as long as they could. All those with sufficient magika capacity were able to live as normally as they could. That is the great and proud country of Nosmirc.

On the outskirts of the country, there was an old rundown house. Inside you could see a slim beautiful ruthless female dark elf, gray purple skin with scars on her arms and shoulders. Tall with white silver hair in a ponytail tied up with a piece of leather. A small pointy delicate nose and crimson red eyes. She's skinning an animal gracefully with ease. While on the outside of the rundown house, there was a big and tall muscular man chopping wood and throwing it into a fiery scorching hot oven. When looking at him, he would remind you of a Greek god. White pearl skin, blue ocean like eyes, strong jaw line, big muscular arms and thighs, and long black hair. He had every man's dream physique and every woman's dream lover. Even so, he was happily taken by the skinny dark elf. To the right, a few feet away of that hunk of a man, there was the result of their love, an 11-year-old boy. The boy was half human and half dark elf. Once again, this little boy was a singularity since he was born. He was born white pale white ivory skin, long opal blue hair almost looking grayish blue, long pointy ears, his mother's nose, and father's jaw and the biggest irregularity. He was born with heterochromia; his right eye was blue as his father and the other one didn't really have a color. His colorless eye would change depending on his mood. When he was happy or excited, his eyes would turn to a golden yellow. When he was mad or upset, they would change from orange to crimson red. When he was bored, they would turn hazel, tan, or brown. When he was sad or wanted something, his eyes would turn a beautiful gray. When he feels love or lust, it would turn a bright beautiful magenta. Once older, he would learn an illusion spell to keep his eyes the same color.

The scrawny little boy was next to a small fire making a basket to store fruits and vegetables. He had no idea what fate had stored for him. As he grew, his parents' fear grew bigger and bigger. Since most of the children would never live pass 11, they feared their little boy would have the same fate as the others. Even though he showed no sign of magika deficiency, they couldn't help but to worry for the fate of the little half dark elf.

There was something they didn't know about their child, he still had all his memories intact, from his past life and about the short encounter with the Goddess, since the Goddess forgot to wipe his soul clean. The reason why most children die at the age of 12 was because their bodies were able to use magic. The body would realize a small amount of magika was present so that the individual could awaken their skill or element and develop it further. It was futile since their magika reserves were being drained and dying as soon as their awaken skill or element manifested.

The little half dark elf was about to turn 12 in just two days; therefore, before his birthday, his parents wanted to have a celebration in case their little boy wasn't able to live passed 12. His parents didn't hold back on the feast. The parents invited two families that lived near them to accompany the child's birthday and to enjoy their great feast. The family north to them were the Nelans and the one on the west were the Storps, both the families were demihumans. One of the families tragically lost 3 of their children because of the enchanted collar. The Nelans only have a 5-year-old daughter, and the Nelans had the same fear of their daughter's fate.

Once it was night fall, the feast started. The little boy was amazed, not at the food, but at how much love there was. He never had a family like this before. He was happy and full at last in this new unfair world. The night was filled with laughter and joy, there was no sadness or worry that night. The boy fell asleep before everyone else, along with Myrtle the 5-year-old girl.

Morning arrived without delay, although instead of being welcomed by the morning rays of light, everyone was welcomed by an ominous dark crimson sky with black clouds. Thundering threading to strike anyone on its path, everything still and no wind. The three families awakened by the thunder, looking at the ominous sky. When suddenly, a scream steals everyone's attention. Everyone turns to the run towards the stairs down the house where the scream of a little girl came from. As they looked, they see a purple dark aura emanating from the house. The Nelans rushed to the house to see a young half dark elf floating in the air. The mother rushed to her little girl getting her away from the dark elf. It was happening, the boy was about to awaken his gift.

The parents of the little boy were petrified in place, scared of what could transpire. The sight of the boy made both families' blood run cold. They had never witnessed such awakening, it wasn't normal. A huge lighting bold strike the child, making the house explode and the force throwing everyone away. Everyone was blown a few feet away from the explosion. No one got hurt, but Meredith ran to cast a minor healing spell on little Myrtle who had a few scrapes. There was smoke clouding everyone's vision from the explosion.

As everyone got up and the air cleared, they saw how the boy was still alive. He was still floating in the air, only this time he was in a standing position and then he unconsciously released a colossal wave of aura. Shocking everyone and everything near him in a 160-kilometer radius. Some crackling sounds were heard all around. It was the collars, everyone started freaking out since they knew they could be punished or worst, they could be executed. Everyone tried to hold together their collar and trying to stop it from having any further reactions. When suddenly it broke, shattering to pieces setting them free.

They looked at the broken collar dumbfounded, not believing what just had happened. They were free at last and all thanks to the awakening from the half dark elf. Not having time to celebrate, they all went straight to their homes to gather what they could. All of a sudden, the boy falls unconscious, and the parents rushed to him. As they approach him, an overwhelming aura erupted once again. They stayed still, hesitating to move from their spot, but the mother fearlessly rushed to the boy.

The nearby neighbors, 27 demi-humans and creatures, left their homes. Their eyes followed the aura and thunder and were witnessing what was happening in the house from the outside.

Suddenly, a skeleton with a sword and shield emerges from the ground, making her stop in shock, not knowing from where the skeleton came from. The skeleton itself didn't seem strong but not knowing how it came to be was the pressing matter. They thought maybe the royal army was already waiting for them outside their home, but it was impossible since the capital was a month and a half trip even by horse. Even so, there wasn't any spatial magic user among any of the royal army who could've possessed this type of magic. Deselb, the father of the boy, rushed towards his dagger sword and threw 2 dagger swords to his wife Nynphela for them to fight together against the skeleton. Once they jumped from each side, they gave no chance for the skeleton to escape. When they both about to strike it down, the skeleton dropped his shield and sword and disappeared from their sight.

Deselb and Nynphela stood back-to-back in attacking position when suddenly, a small dagger was thrown out of nowhere towards the husband's heart and Nynphela pushes her husband away from the thrown dagger. The thrown dagger fell to the ground and was staving the ground, rotting everything around it. Nynphela examined the blade without picking it up. She tore a piece of her fabric and let it fall on the dagger. When the piece of cloth touched the dagger, it turned to dust. She had never seen such weapon. She advised her husband not to touch or get touched by any daggers which he laughed saying "I'm not afraid of a puny weapon." All of a sudden, a dagger was thrown at him, gracing the tip of his sword. When a strange thing started happening to the sword. He saw how the tip of his sword starts turning black. Disintegrating quickly, he let it go before it reached the handle. When the rest of the dagger fell on the grass, he saw how it killed everything it touch. He looked at his wife surprise by how the dagger melted the sword. His wife just gave him an "I told you so" look and a smirk.