Pilot

~~~In Continuation to Croan and the cloaked figure being teleported alongside Atreus~~~

A red magic circle manifested itself holding three passengers within. The terrain had many trees and mountains it was in simpler terms beautiful. The scenery had a sunset orange tinge and there were many... creatures? These were no ordinary animals that was evident. 

*CRASH*

"FUCK! That shit hurt" obviously the obnoxious vulgar words came from the king of the Drakos himself. 

"Croan be quiet, i am sure your body has already healed all of the wounds that transportation gave you. If i was you i would be thankful, luckily with both us putting in all of our power we were able to escape the infinite oblivion of messing with the circle".

"Yeah, Yeah, i hear you. So then where the hell are we?"

Croan looked around with it's hyper sense and keen eyesight gazed around the forest of trees and surrounding them.

"It appears to be a different universe entirely.. one outside the Gods reach-no the Gods could reach here but it appears to be hidden to them" the cloaked figure speculated.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Simple. The old man.. Apollo seemed distressed once we entered the circle he said we would be destroyed into the cosmos, but that wouldn't make any sense. He never tried stopping us once we did step in. He just warned us.."

"So? he could be just a weakling, did you not see the state of that old bag of bones?"

"Croan with all your power you lack judgement and critical thinking. The old man learned time travel do you think it would be so out of reason to assume he could look into the future?"

"Wait then that would mean he knew we was always going to come. But that doesn't make sense! why would he just let us step into that circle and warn us? What the fuck did that old man gain from that?!"

Both figures looked at each other then slowly looked down to the side where there was still a baby with jet black hair and black eyes silently sleeping in the middle of where a red circle used to be.

"Well, well, seems like the fun is about to start" Croan said while giving a vicious grin. He started to walk slowly to the baby alongside the cloaked figure.

"What pray tell, do you think your doing Croan?"

"Oh put a sock in it princess. I am just curious".

"Curious? you seemed pretty happy in ruining this child's family"

"That was because i had beef with that bastard Velcrova he alongside his family hunted my kind for generations".

"Now i am pretty sure nothing on this planet could kill me so i am just curious in which decision to make".

"what decision?"

"If i should spare this piss ant brat and wait until he grows up makes a family and enjoy hunting them the same way or killing him now".

The cloaked figure waited for a few moments before he looked at the baby and for a glimpse second though of an absolutely crazy idea. One that was so bizarre he was even a little embarrassed to say.

So for the first time the cloaked figure reached at the top of his hood and pulled it down. His hands a clear white and his face revealed, he had a handsome face, a sharp jawline, his hair was long reaching his shoulders a silver in colour similarly, to his eyes shining silver like a medallion with no facial hair. The man had a height of what could be assumed 6 foot. This man looked quite honestly too good but he had an air of mystery. 

The man looked leagues different to the Croan figure which sported a ghastly visual. his skin was also clear and white however he instead of silver long hair had short blood red hair, with horns sticking out 7 inches from his head, black from the bottom but bright red from the tips. Across his back sprouted a pair of crimson red wings that look more bat like than dragon like. Croan also had no facial hair however he was able to grow and cover his skin in red scales if he wished. Croan was also a similar height of 6 foot.

"Well, well, look at you princess letting your hair breathe are ya?" Croan snickered 

"Croan how many times must i tell you? My name is Arthur". The figu-Arthur announced.

"Yeah whatever princess just tell me what you think we should do with the brat".

"Actually screw what the hell you think, I'll just get rid of the problem before it arises!" Croan yelled whilst trying to impale the boy with his sharpened hand. Arthur wasn't particularly surprised, he knew this was what the Drako are. Bloodthirsty and insane. He just thought it a shame this had to happen to one so young. However he knew that the alternative would of been much worse. So he chocked it up to a lesser evil, and thought of it no more turning his head".

Moments pass turned to minutes but there was silence. Arthur was a bit confused so he turned his head and saw it. It was almost hilarious. The king of the Drako had stopped his hand inches away from the child's stomach. No stopped would be the wrong word it was almost being forced away, clearly not what Croan intended to do. 

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Croan tried relentlessly to swing, scratch, claw, even used magic but everything was stopped just inches away from the boy almost as if something was protecting him.

Arthur was in awe, it wasn't actually that something was protecting him it was Croan, at the very last second he either pulled his arms back or made the magic disappear just before it reached the kid.

'But that wouldn't make sense he clearly wanted to kill him so why is he pulling his punches?' Arthur wondered. 

"Croan STOP!"

"EH? da fuck ya want?! cant ya see i'm busy here!"

"You fool do you think what you're doing is working?"

"what the hell you talking about?"

"Every time you try and hit the kid your body reflexively pulls back, same when using your magic your body makes it disappear just before it touches that kid. Surely you've realised this no?"

".....Your point?"

"well it seems for what ever reason you are unable to kill the kid, perhaps a side effect from that circle?"

"what about you Arthur?"

"me?"

"can you kill him?"

Arthur merely smiled at this and said "I have no need nor desire to do such a thing however i am curious.. if i could touch the boy".

Arthur slowly bends down and tries touching the kids face. It worked. He was able to cup the child's face with his hand.

"Hmm it seems that i am able to touch him but it is still curious as to why you can't.." Arthur although smart is also calculative and never likes to gamble, he always understood leaving matters to fate and chance never worked out in his favour, however every bone in his body wanted to test it, to gamble on this one chance and if he was wrong then he would live with the consequence. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere a rush of killing intent came from Arthur such a force of killing intent that it made the trees around them break apart and wither like poisoned flowers. 

"Woah there princess that surprised me" Croan was confused but watching carefully at what Arthur was about to do. 

Out of nowhere with all his might Arthur punched down right where the baby was thinking of destroying it alongside the forest they were in. 

*BOOOM* 

The scenery had changed once more what seemed like a forest was now more like a deserted mountain. There was not a single tree in sight. the waters and rivers dried up, the fish and beast like animals in a radius of 5 meters all around them dissipated. 

Croan right next to the explosion had grown his red scales and coated them in aura just before he was hit. He wouldn't of lost any limbs nor would he of died, if he took the explosion head on in fact, all he would of got is a few scratches here and there, but he didn't like to get unnecessary wounds when he could of prevented them. One of the many things he's learned through years exposed to death and war. To always remain on guard.

"Hey princess look at the mess you've made, one good hand through the heart would of done the trick!" Croan shouted in annoyance.

"BE QUIET!" Arthur retorted 

"What?!" Croan was about to interject 

"LOOK!" Arthur stated

As Arthur said the dirt filled smoke around them cleared up and Croan finally saw it. Arthur's fist just inches away from the baby stopped shy with not even a scratch on it.

"Incredible". Arthur remarked

"BUT HOW??" Croan started shouting in confusion

"You clearly was able to touch it before, what happened?" 

Then just as quickly Arthur got rid of his killing intent subdued his aura and gently bent down and placed his hand on the child's face once again.

"Magnificent". 

"Croan this baby has been spelled, the moment we even think of harming it or raise a hand towards it our bodies instantly stop. Its quite genius". Arthur remarked.

"So what the hell do we do with it then? leave it here? hope it dies of natural causes?".

"hmm.. how about we raise it?" 

"What?" Croan thought he heard wrong it almost sounded as if-

"I said how about we raise him?".

".."

" *sigh* Croan you have said many time that you wanted an heir to rebuild your kingdom you have a child with no memories nor any knowledge of his origins. You could even turn him into something like you with the right preparations. you could start your kingdom anew and this boy could be your legacy." Arthur explained as best as he could knowing full well that the figure next to him will probably just leave the kid here anyway to die of natural causes. It was of course in his nature.

"...Fine then" 

"What?" Arthur thought he must've heard wrong because in all his years all Croan has ever done and wanted was kill and cause chaos there was no wa-

"This boy shall now be my son, Atreus the prince of the Drakos!" declared Croan. and as he said this he gently knelt down and as carefully as he could picked up the small child in his hands and raised it to the sun as if declaring his...rebirth.

"...Well this took an interesting turn".