legendary mythical beings
A long time back in the kingdom of Fabia, where the nine kingdoms were governed by King Johar, dragons and humans lived peacefully side by side in unity. The two entities co-existed in harmony for generations—until one fateful morning, they were struck by some bizarre tragedy.
The King of all the legendary beings, the Dragon King, had been protecting the Queen of the human kingdom, Elara. The wounded in the recent war from the kingdom of animals and exhausted, and the Dragon King fell to the ground beside the queen during one of the peaceful rides along the valley. Disaster befell him as he fell asleep by flying too close, his gigantic body crushing the queen to death.
But when the news came to King Johar, he was overcome with grief. He was stunned by anger and grief, and assumed the dragon had killed her intentionally. Consumed by revenge, he ordered the killing and banishment of all myth creatures from the physical world. Through unlawful and primal magic, he and a group of powerful sorcerers trapped the creatures in some mysterious, magical realm and constructed an impassable boundary to prevent them from returning.
Among the sorcerers, one seer foresaw the consequences. He foretold the dragons would one day return, and with them, revenge for what humankind had done. The vision revealed that one young male would be born, not from ordinary substance, but from the magic itself. Raised amidst mankind, this child would either kill the magical creatures for good or restore them to the side of humankind.
A Thousand Years Later
A thousand years passed, and life in King's Landing, Fabia's capital, continued in the dragonless absence. The kingdoms were covered in peace, and many abandoned the stories of the ages. Yet peace, as always, is transient.
It was one of those rare days in the Viking-occupied region where unusual occurrences were seen. People started disappearing overnight, and villages disappeared into thin air. Panic consumed everyone in minutes. Initial thoughts were that some kind of plague was responsible or some calamity from the ongoing war. But soon, the disappearances became more regular, and the regions became ghost territories.
The terror spread to the whole nine kingdoms. No one knew what they were doing, but they were terrified. Panic ensued. Councils were formed. Armies were put in the field. But answers never materialised.
Then one of the elderly scholars stood forth. He had explored deep in the abandoned scrolls of the ancestors and found the dreadful truth:
"A thousand years ago, the barrier behind the legendary creatures was not absolute. It dissipated with time. And now, the dragons return."
The cracks between the worlds were beginning to appear. Along with them, magical entities were stretching themselves, pulling the people from villages and kingdoms into the closed world. The forgotten, once-dormant prophecy had been stirred awake.
As entire kingdoms disappeared, yet another part of the prophecy manifested:
"When dragons return, one lad shall arise who shall be born of wizardry, but bred in mankind. He alone shall have the power to rend and to tie the twain worlds."
But to fulfil his future, first the young man would have to be purified by dragon fire, a sacred fire that could stir his inner strength.
Hid under the ground, under the Old Dragon Tomb, was the last surviving dragon. Kept imprisoned by King Johar himself, the dragon was preserved to keep everyone in mind that dragons once existed. The location of the tomb was forgotten by time. No one remembered where it was; it only had the fire to wake destiny.
The Forbidden Bargain
Across the sea, in the other kingdom from where King Johar was the monarch, there lived a young couple. They were humble, loving people–devoted to each other, and now expecting their first children. There was, however, something different in the pregnancy. The woman carried twins, and the doctors were concerned.
It was no ordinary case. One of the babies, the doctors predicted, would not survive the birthing, and if she tried to deliver both, the mother would die. The woman found herself in the wretched predicament of being asked to choose: save one of the babies and watch the other die… or give her life to save both of them.
But how would the mother favour her children over others?
And how would the husband simply sit back and watch her die?
Split between helplessness and love, the young man searched the kingdom in desperation for one to help healers, wise women, or even rumoured sorcerers. No one, though, possessed the cure to preserve the three lives.
Desperate and running out of time, he had resorted to what once was forbidden: dark magic.
It had been prohibited for one thousand years by none other than King Johar himself, all due to its role in the binding of legendary creations and the placing of the divide between worlds. But to the man, dragons, sorcery, and legendary prophecies were just stories… and legends were not enough to stop him from saving his wife.
He searched the nine kingdoms for forbidden knowledge. But even there, nobody would speak of the dark arts. With hope dwindling, he sailed across the sea to the unseen.
In the middle of the ocean, he chanced upon a small, forsaken island. The entity on this island was not like anything at all, a Maijo, a being of primal chaos magic, untouched by the laws of mankind or the magical expulsion binding other entities to the other realm. The Maijo was not to be sent to the other realm. It was simply too powerful. Too dangerous.
And it gave him the choice.
"Not your wife. Not anymore. The children shall survive. But for it, I demand tribute: let me go back to the world. through you."
Having no alternative and no time to delay, the man agreed.
The Maijo slipped into him, possessed him, and bound itself to his soul. The man never was the same afterwards; he was no longer alone in his body, he was two beings in one. He returned home different, his eyes darker, his presence more subdued.
He did not utter anything. He simply walked to the abdomen of his pregnant wife and gently touched her swollen abdomen. The pain ceased in her body at once. She felt peace and warmth for the first time in nine months. It was comforting and overwhelming.
She looked at him and whispered, "What did you do?"
But he did not reply. The Maijo's spell had him turn in mute silence and go out into the village.
Afterwards, he called for the doctors. His wife gave birth to both children normally, without pain and risk. The miracle sent the kingdom into an uproar. How could it happen? Everyone knew she couldn't make it through such a birthing. Gossip ran rampant.
Even the monarch demanded clarification.
The man remained silent.
But when the king threatened to slay him, he did not plead—he took his wife and babes and disappeared in the wilderness east of the kingdom's edges. Deeper and deeper in the wilderness they fled, where none dared to follow.
He only left behind speculations. No one knew where he was. No one knew how it occurred. It all of it: his trip, the transaction, the possession had come one month before the first signs began: before the villages vanished, before the border burst, before the otherworld entities began to come back to the world of men.
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The Search for the One
Now the man had hidden for some time now. He had spent close to a year surviving in the forest. The expanding power of the barrier had already consumed some kingdoms. No one knew where the man had gone, but back in the day, no one seemed to worry. It was none of their affairs, for none of them did quite understand what would be coming for them.
The years passed, and the barrier continued to grow stronger minute by minute. It had already devoured several kingdoms, rendering them silent, and yet it was becoming more powerful. And now it was being said that once the barrier grew powerful enough, the imprisoned beings would finally be able to break down the barrier and return to the material world.
And once they did it would slay everybody. All of life. Everyone who would dare to stand in their way. Their return would be spurred on by centuries of rage and frustration at what mankind did to them. Now the kings of the other kingdoms grew fearful and decided to return one last time, just as it had been once tried one thousand years previous during the era in which all of the nine kingdoms were ruled by one king.
The destruction caused widespread panic in the kingdoms. What was happening to the neighbor kingdoms? Why were ghost lands being made out of settlements? What was the reason for it all? Fear was contagious, and the surviving kingdoms' kings were aware they couldn't simply sit back and wait for the damage to be done; they would have to unite and prepare for the storm to come. They started demanding some explanations, and investigators were sent out to determine just what was happening.
It was predicted the dragons would return but how were they to be stopped? That was the question everyone asked. All the kings conferred and discussed the matter, but none of them was in a position to offer a clear solution. Each one gave his opinion in turn. Each one felt he knew what was best. Pride got in the way. None would hear the other out. Each of the kings felt himself to be the superior of the others. Thanks to this, it became impossible for them to arrive at one plan, one policy.
So they came up with yet one more solution. They would vote. To vote for one monarch a representative to lead the nine kingdoms during this dark time. One king to govern them all until the threat would have passed by. But even that idea had its shortcomings. There was none of them considered good enough to reign over the others.
In the meantime, ten years had passed since the miraculous conception of the twin children. The young boy had grown strong. Very strong. Although he still had the body of a young boy, his will, his aura, his being it all felt different. Others proclaimed he had the power to reunite the world of humankind and the magical realm. He was the one written of in the scriptural or at least in the works of the scriptural he who would break the curse binding the barrier, he who would destroy the creatures once and for all or who would secure the peaceful co-existence of both realms.
But there was one problem the kings did not know him nor where he was.
But the prophecy was being fulfilled before them. It had foretold the coming would begin as small disturbances, would creep by degrees over the entire nine kingdoms, and would finally grow intolerable. And finally, the dragons would return to the material world.
The kings, now aware this prediction was no longer just myth, decided to once again put in power a stopgap monarch a king who would rule them and yield power once the young lad who was prophesized would be found.
They assumed that if the time period was accurate, the child would now be approximately the age of ten. That was around the time the dam initially began to deteriorate. That was around the same time the strange energy first appeared. But where on earth would they even bother to seek him?
On the other continent, in the hidden places of the Middle East, the man who once negotiated with the dark entity survived with his wife and the couple's two children even in the forest, away from everyone. They had made life for themselves. A peaceful life. A life no one would have expected after such a grim deal.
And the entity once dwelling in the man? The Maijo? It was there even now. Still inside him. But it had grown used to the life they lived. It made no demands now. It caused no uproar. It simply existed gratified to reside in the body and brain of the man. Two in one, they had become, and the union of the two had discovered some strange even quiet peace.
The boy who by magic was born, whose life was foretold in prophecy he was no average lad. Though only ten years old, he possessed wisdom not of his years. He possessed the sense to know danger before it was close. He possessed the sense to know the minds of beasts. He possessed the ability to calm storms with the timbre of his voice, and now and again to intimidate men with one glance. His twin brother accompanied him everywhere sweet, bubbly, and sunny. They were strange children, and even they did not understand quite why.
The kings in the kingdoms looked again. They sent in messengers, armies, even wizards to study the prophecy further. But they found nothing about how this young boy would come to show up. There were no details who he would look like, what he would wear, where he would be, how he would walk, where he would live. The prophecy had left all those out. All it said was:
"Born of fire, carried by pain, reared by quiet.
Child of magic, soul of balance.
Where chaos slumbereth, shall he awake.
Where worlds divide, there he shall travel.
A single soul shall decide the fate of both worlds."
But with no more information, the kings were at a loss. The child might be anyone. He might be anywhere. And yet. the boy they were searching for was already awake quietly, some way off, in the woods. The one they were relying on to deliver them all, was even now just a child toying in the woods, none the wiser, whose future hung on the narrow back of the world.