Aira's eyes snapped open, and she found herself submerged in water with no visible source. The palace of mirrors surrounding her seemed to stretch on forever, each reflection gazing upon another. Different mirrors revealed different images: one showed her drenched in blood, while another displayed her ghostly features.
"Mom... mom, help!" the voice of a young boy cried out, his voice echoing off the mirrors. Aira heard someone whisper her name, but the sound seemed to come from all directions.
"Leo," she whispered, trying to respond to the echoes. Suddenly, Leo appeared in a mirror, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Why did you leave me?" Leo's voice echoed from another mirror. "In a world where everything has changed after that mysterious orb was unearthed, in a world that doesn't accept both of us as one of its kind... you left me vulnerable to that world, Mom. Why?"
Aira's eyes welled up with tears. "No, I didn't," she replied, her voice shaking. "I tried everything I could, Leo. I did my best."
Leo's expression twisted into a wicked grin. "But don't you think you've put the whole world in danger? A vicious dog once locked up in a cage has been released by you. Now everyone will pay the price."
The mirrors began to shatter and collapse, revealing a teleportation-like effect. Aira found herself standing face-to-face with Leo, but when she tried to hug him, she caught only air. Leo vanished and reappeared behind her.
Shadows loomed around her, growing larger and more menacing. Aira turned to face beings covered in blood, their faces twisted into devilish grins. Leo stood a few steps away, watching as the shadows engulfed her.
"Try and stop this apocalypse... Mom," Leo said.
Aira's scream echoed through the darkness as she jolted awake, her heart racing. "Leo," she whispered, still panting.
Sweat-drenched and trembling, Aira reached for the glass of water on her bedside stool, her hand shaking as she brought it to her lips.
Aira's breath slowed as she whispered, "It was just a dream." Jean burst into the room, concern etched on his face.
"My lady, are you okay?" Jean asked, his voice laced with worry.
Aira's gaze drifted to the fabric of her bed sheets. "I'm fine, Jean," she replied softly.
"Melaina?" Aira asked, attempting to rise from the bed.
"She's preparing for today's auction, my lady," Jean replied, bowing his head.
Aira's eyes flicked toward the window, taking in the breathtaking view of Nyxoria. Eight years had passed since Leo's alleged death during the Second Paradox War. The world had transformed dramatically since then.
In this new era, both Chosen and Unchosen walked a precarious path. Today's events marked another step forward for the Chosen: the unveiling of the new Protectors and Nyxian Vigilants.
Aira's perspective on the world was distinct, shaped by her experiences and observations. She saw the world as a blank canvas, devoid of inherent meaning, where living beings used their imagination to infuse color and significance.
In Aira's view, the world's vibrancy was a product of human creativity and perception. However, she questioned the true nature of these constructs, wondering if they were merely a facade.
Aira pondered the unintended consequences of humanity's creations. Had they built a world that was truly sustainable, or was it a mere illusion?
She contemplated the possibility that humanity's achievements were, in fact, a test from a higher power. Would humanity eventually realize the true purpose behind their existence?
Aira's thoughts often drifted to the idea of leaving the world unaltered, preserving its original state. What if humanity had resisted the urge to shape and mold the world to fit their desires?
This philosophical outlook was a bond she shared with Leo, and it influenced her approach to the world's problems, including the fight for rights and the aftermath of the Second Paradox War.
The Second Paradox War had left an indelible mark on humanity, claiming 30% of its population, regardless of their Chosen or Unchosen status. The weight of rebuilding and recovery rested on the shoulders of those who remained.
In a cozy room, Melaina stood before a vibrant drawing of Leo, her fingers tracing the colorful crayon strokes. The childlike artwork seemed almost laughable, given its creator's age – 15-year-old Melaina was now a poised and confident individual, her fairness and tall stature complemented by a stylish doughnut-inspired hairstyle.
As she gazed at the drawing, Melaina's expression shifted from playful to poignant. "Hey Leo, how do I look?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if expecting a response from the sketch.
With a gentle touch, she caressed the paper. "Everyone says you're dead, but I know you're not, Leo. I'll find you, no matter what it takes." Her determination was palpable, fueled by the conviction that her friend was still out there, waiting to be found.
Today held special significance for Melaina – she was about to be sworn in as the youngest Vice Captain of the Nyxian Vigilants and Protectors (N.V.P). The weight of responsibility was matched only by her unwavering resolve to uncover the truth about Leo's fate.
Melaina heard the knock on the door and Jean's voice carried through. "My lady, your mom calls for you at the dining."
"I'll be there in a minute," Melaina replied, taking a final glance at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in the Nyxian Vigilants uniform, her confidence and determination evident in her stance.
As she carefully descended the stairs, her eyes met her mother's at the dining table. Aira was already dressed and waiting, her expression a mix of seriousness and maternal love.
"Morning, Mom," Melaina greeted, her voice bright.
"Today's your swearing-in ceremony as a member of the NVP," Aira said, her gaze piercing. "I never wanted you to join, but I'll never stop you from chasing your dreams."
Her tone softened slightly, but her concern remained palpable. "Promise me this isn't another attempt to find Leo," she added, her eyes searching Melaina's face for reassurance.
"Okay, Mom, let's go," Melaina said, sidestepping her mother's question. "We don't want to be late for the auction."
Her tone was light, but her eyes betrayed a hint of evasion. Aira's gaze lingered, as if sensing that Melaina was hiding something. Nevertheless, she nodded and stood up, smoothing her dress.
"Let's get going, then," Aira said, her voice neutral, but her eyes still holding a depth of concern.
As they settled into the carriage, Jean took his position on the rider's seat, cracking the reins to set the horses in motion. The carriage rolled towards the High Court, its wooden wheels creaking softly.
Melaina gazed out the open window, taking in the sights and sounds of Nyxoria's bustling streets. The city had undergone a transformation since she was a toddler. Gone were the dusty roads and rustic buildings; in their place stood modern marvels – tarred roads, sleek vehicles, and shops that shone with a sense of civilization.
The air was alive with the hum of progress, and Nyxoria's influence was palpable. As the country that had discovered the Paradox, Nyxoria had become a beacon of power, its rules and laws shaping the world. The strong clans that ruled Nyxoria had earned the respect and admiration of other nations, cementing the country's position as a leader on Earth.
Melaina's eyes sparkled with determination as she gazed out at the city. She had promised herself that she would bring about similar change within the Nyxian Vigilants and Protectors, modernizing the organization and propelling it forward. The carriage continued on its journey, carrying Melaina towards a future filled with promise and possibility.....
In the United Kingdom, where civilization reigned supreme yet paled in comparison to Nyxoria's grandeur, the Drakonwych Mansion stood imposingly on Ascension Island. The mansion's stone façade was a masterpiece of opulence, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to come alive in the flickering torchlight. Turrets and spires stretched towards the sky, casting long shadows that whispered secrets to the night.
Inside, Leo sat on his bed, lost in thought, his rebellion attire a testament to his unwavering resolve. The rugged jacket, durable pants, and scuffed boots were more than just functional – they symbolized his defiance and unity with others who sought change. The black leather belt with the stylized phoenix emblem seemed to gleam with an inner fire, reflecting the rebellion's spirit that burned within him.
The room, though simply designed, was a sanctuary of quiet contemplation, its spaciousness a stark contrast to the turmoil that brewed within Leo's mind. His eyes seemed to bore into the distance, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his convictions. The Drakonwych Mansion, with its grand halls and secret passages, stood as a silent witness to the whispers of generations past, its walls bearing the scars of history.
In this moment, Leo's attire was a badge of honor, a declaration of his willingness to challenge the existing order and forge a new path. The rebellion's spirit coursed through his veins, fueled by the conviction that change was not only necessary but imminent.
Eight years ago, Leo's life had been rebooted, his memories of the past erased like chalk on a blackboard. He had no recollection of his name, age, or life before the Ascension Island. The people around him, however, whispered secrets of his true identity – that he was Scion, the heir to the Drakonwych fortress.
Today marked a new chapter. Leo, or Scion, was about to step into the outside world for the first time, with a mission that would test his mettle. His destination was Nyxoria, a world of power and intrigue, where he would rescue a prominent member of the Unchosen, rumored to be one of their leaders.
As he prepared for this journey, Scion felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. With no memories to anchor him, he was a blank slate, ready to be shaped by the world he was about to encounter. His mission was not just about rescue; it was also a journey of self-discovery, a chance to unravel the mysteries of his past and forge a new identity.
The world beyond the Ascension Island beckoned, full of secrets, danger, and possibility. Scion steeled himself, ready to face whatever lay ahead, and uncover the truth about himself and the world he was about to enter.
Leo approached a stool in his room and picked up a blue mask. The mask was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with mysterious symbols and markings that seemed to whisper secrets. It covered the right side of his face, from forehead to cheekbone, leaving only his left eye visible. As he wore the mask, it blended seamlessly with his piercing blue eye, creating an unsettling intensity.
The mask's dark, metallic hues and eerie patterns seemed to shift in the light, as if alive. Its edge fit snugly against his face, shrouding his emotions and intentions in mystery. With the mask in place, Leo's presence became enigmatic, his left eye gleaming with an otherworldly power.
He made his way to the parlor, the mask's presence commanding an air of secrecy and intrigue.
The parlor of the Drakonwych Mansion was a realm of opulent mystery, where shadows danced upon walls adorned with ancient tapestries. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and burning candles, casting a warm, golden glow over the room.
Plush velvet armchairs and ornate sofas seemed to whisper secrets to one another, their dark, rich hues a testament to the mansion's storied past. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls as if the mansion itself were alive.
The room was a treasure trove of curious artifacts and mysterious relics, each one telling a tale of the Drakonwych family's history and legacy. From the intricately carved wooden panels to the glittering crystal chandeliers, every detail seemed to whisper secrets of the past.
In this parlor, time stood still, and the whispers of generations past lingered in the air, waiting to be uncovered by those brave enough to listen.
In the parlor, Echidna Drakonwych sat serenely on a plush cushion chair, the long window beside her framing a picturesque scene of lush trees and birds singing sweet melodies. As Scion entered, she rose with elegance, her eyes shining with a mix of warmth and determination.
"Scion, my son," she said, her voice gentle yet laced with an undercurrent of resolve. She approached him, her fingers tenderly stroking his face. "Today marks your first rebellion mission. Make Mama proud, okay?" Her touch was soothing, yet her words carried a weight of expectation, as if the fate of their cause rested on his shoulders.
The soft glow of the parlor seemed to highlight the contours of her face, her beauty both captivating and intimidating. Scion's gaze met hers, and for a moment, the world outside the mansion's walls melted away, leaving only the bond between them and the weight of his impending mission.
"They're all waiting in the ballroom for the sendoff," Echidna added, her voice gentle.
Leo's response was measured, devoid of emotion. "Hmmm...ok. I'll head there then." He turned, his movements economical, and began walking towards the ballroom.
Echidna's eyes followed him, filled with a deep affection. She had been his guardian for eight years, ever since he arrived on the Ascension Island, and over time, her care had blossomed into genuine motherly feelings. She had taught him much, but also held back, believing that he was more than just a tool for the Unchosen's uprising or the Drakonwych's dominance.
"Don't push yourself too hard, my son," she whispered, her words a mixture of concern and love. Despite her maternal instincts, a part of her remained aware of the greater purpose he was destined for, and the weight of that responsibility hung in the balance.
Leo stopped mid-stride, his shoulders sagging in a barely perceptible sigh before he continued on without turning. Echidna's maternal instincts screamed for her to intervene, to shield him from the dangers that lay ahead. If she could, she would have kept him safe, wrapped in the protective folds of her love and the Drakonwych's power.
But she knew it was futile. Leo was hunted everywhere, his unique aura – a blend of Unchosen and Chosen energies – making him a target for forces beyond their control. As the first human to possess such power, he was godlike, transcending mortal comprehension.
Echidna's Drakonwych legacy allowed her to sense the magnitude of Leo's abilities, and she knew the rest of her kin felt it too. His power was a double-edged sword, drawing both admiration and terror. Instead of binding himself to a lesser demon or god, Leo had been chosen by Sina, an angel of death with immense, almost immortal powers.
The weight of this knowledge hung in the air, a silent understanding between them that Leo's fate was already set in motion, and Echidna's role was to support him, no matter the cost.
Leo joined the gathering in the ballroom, exchanging nods and greetings with his teammates bound for Nyxoria. Their mission briefing was clear:
"It's been three years since our leader was taken into N.V.P custody. This isn't a war; it's an infiltration. Your mission is to rescue her and bring her back safely. No heroics, no ulterior motives. Complete the mission and return." A man with a military appearance declared
"Yes," Leo and his teammates echoed in unison.
Sophia Brenda, a poised 21-year-old woman, stood beside him. Next to her was Kofi Owusu, a young man around the same age with Leo, with dark skin and a map of scars etched across his body from training and battles. His armless Rebellion attire hinted at his combat background, and his features proudly declared his African heritage.
The youngest member of the team was Elara Moonwhisper, who stood beside a mysterious dog. The canine's aura seemed otherworldly, as if it was more than just a loyal companion – it was a guardian, a sentinel, or perhaps something even more extraordinary.
Leo's gaze drifted to Sophia, and he felt a flicker of familiarity. She was etched in his memories from the early days on the Ascension Island, and sometimes he sensed that she was more than just a teammate – she was a thread from his past life, a connection that lingered long before the island.
Sophia caught his eye, her face flushing as their gazes met. Leo's piercing blue eye seemed to see right through her, and she looked away, her cheeks burning.
As they were escorted to the shore, Merlin Drakonwych, the current leader of the clan, turned to Leo. "Remember, Scion, this mission is about retrieval, not heroics. Bring back our leader and nothing more." His words were laced with an underlying message, one that Leo couldn't quite decipher.
Merlin's eyes gleamed with calculation, hinting that Leo was a crucial piece in his larger plan for Drakonwych dominance. Leo nodded, his expression neutral, but his mind whirled with doubts.
He had never felt entirely at ease with the Drakonwych family, despite being told they were his kin. Echidna's maternal affection was genuine, but the weight of his supposed heritage felt like a burden. His "father" had been killed by the Chosens, and he was the next heir – a story that felt more like a script than reality.
A nagging sense of disconnection lingered, and Leo couldn't shake the feeling that his true family waited across the ocean, their existence a mystery he longed to unravel.
"Today marks the day of the ceremony for the new generation of N.V.P," declared a poised woman in her early fifties, standing confidently on the podium before thousands of Chosens gathered in the High Court. "This generation has been hailed as one of the best, showcasing remarkable talents among its ranks."
With a dignified smile, she continued, "Without further ado, let us begin the swearing-in ceremony by calling forth our new Captain of the Protectors...Kael Darkhaven."
A young man in his early twenties stood up from his designated seat, shared among the select group of individuals bearing the N.V.P status. Their seating arrangement differed from the rest of the Chosens, signifying their status as the new Nyxian Protectors.
Kael Darkhaven, clad in an NVP uniform that accentuated his athletic build, grasped the hilt of his sword firmly. With purposeful strides, he made his way to the podium, his presence commanding attention. The crowd's anticipation was palpable as he approached the woman, ready to take his
oath and embark on his new role.
As Kael Darkhaven returned to his seat after taking his oath, a sudden murmur swept through the courtroom. "Melaina Melanthos," someone whispered, and the room erupted into a cacophony of hushed conversations.
"Isn't she from the Melanthos clan?" someone asked, their voice laced with a mix of awe and trepidation. "I heard their clan almost wiped out humanity once."
"Another Melanthos gets chosen again," someone else chimed in. "I bet she's going to get sent to another country like the rest of the Melanthos."
Melaina's ears burned as she listened to the whispers, her eyes fixed on the floor. Aira, seated in a specially designated chair signifying her status as one of the leaders of Nyxoria, observed the commotion with an air of calm detachment, her gaze flicking between Melaina and the murmuring crowd.
Melaina rose from her seat, her eyes meeting the expectant gaze of the woman on the podium as she made her way to take her oath. The whispers and murmurs followed her, but she was accustomed to the weight of others' opinions.
In moments like these, she couldn't help but wish for the comforting presence of Leo, someone who understood her without needing words. Her support system was limited to Jean and Aira, with occasional visits from her relatives who served as protectors in distant lands.
Despite the isolation, Melaina's determination remained unwavering as she approached the podium, her voice steady as she prepared to take her oath.
"By the whispered secrets of the Eternal Night, I swear fealty to the shadows that forged me. May the darkness infuse my blade with purpose, and the silence cloak me in resolve. I vow to uphold the mystic bond of the N.V.P, to shield the realm from the tempests that rage, and to stand unwavering against the tides of despair. As the ancient power coursing through my veins ignites, I seal this oath, forever bound to the shadows that birthed me."
After reciting the oath, Melaina returned to her seat as the remaining initiates took their turns. The path to becoming a vigilante was grueling, involving a rigorous examination that tested one's combat prowess, mental acuity, and strategic thinking.
However, for those whose ceremonies were held in their name, the journey was different. Some were students of the year, showcasing exceptional talent and dedication. Others were Vassals, individuals gifted with superhuman powers by the Paradox.
Melaina's distinction lay in being the first Melanthos, and arguably the first clan member of any lineage, to be bestowed with such powers by the Paradox. Vassals typically received their abilities from birth or underwent an awakening, a phenomenon distinct from the traditional Chosen method, where a spiral mark on the right wrist signified one's status.
Those who witnessed the unearthing of the Paradox were chosen through this awakening, their lives forever altered by the encounter. Melaina's presence here was a testament to her unique connection to the mysterious force known as the Paradox.
The remaining initiates included a young boy named Kaidën Stormsurge, who appeared to be around 18 years old, with an air of youthful enthusiasm and an eagerness to prove himself.
Next was a black American girl named Nia Bahari,a pair of glasses with braided hair adorned with small, shimmering beads and a quiet confidence that belied her tender age. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of seriousness, suggesting a sharp mind and quick wit.
The ceremony concluded with a grand feast, where prominent Chosens from various countries gathered to mingle, share stories, and raise glasses in a toast to the new initiates. Melaina, Kaidën, Nia, and Thane stood together, aware that this milestone marked a significant shift in their lives.
As they embarked on their new roles, the weight of responsibility settled upon their shoulders. The safety of the Chosens and the realm at large now depended on their vigilance, strategic thinking, and bravery. The feast was a brief respite before they stepped into the fray, their actions and decisions shaping the fate of many.
The final initiate was a man named Thane Blackwood, who looked older than the rest, with lines etched on his face and a weary gaze that hinted at a life of hard-won experience. Unlike the others, Thane wasn't born a Vassal; he'd undergone his awakening at the age of 20, a rare occurrence that spoke to the unpredictable nature of the Paradox's powers.
Melaina was familiar with her fellow initiates, having crossed paths with them during her time at the Vigilant school. The halls of learning and training had been a proving ground for their skills and abilities, and she'd watched some of them grow into formidable individuals.
Her acquaintance with Kaidën, Nia, and Thane went beyond mere formalities, forged in the fires of competition and camaraderie. Though their paths had diverged after school, fate had brought them together once more, united in their pursuit of a greater purpose.