Chapter Two; The Dawn Of The Powstravian Empire

A strange phenomenon had occurred and the whole world sought to find out what caused this phenomenon. Every sentient being felt that something beyond their understanding had occurred. Even the gods felt this strange phenomenon. Well, let's go back a bit to when it all began.

It was dark, too dark for the eyes to see unaided. In time, a lightning bolt so intense that it could illuminate a whole continent flashed. With it came a large boom of thunder that could shake a continent. Immediately, a thunderstorm began out of nowhere. Some minutes later, the thunderstorm suddenly vanished and with it the great darkness.

The location was above a certain great mounting. High above the clouds and in a different dimension. Two figures could be seen in the clouds. A bearded man with a white cloth covering his essentials and a beautiful maiden wearing an extravagant white dress. It was Zeus, the king of the Olympian gods, and his wife, Hera, queen of the Olympian Gods. Behind them was a city built on the clouds. They came out to bask in the sun. Yet someone dared to steal the sunlight from them for a whole thirty minutes. If not that they magically shielded themselves from the thunderstorm, they would be drenched by now. Truth be told, it doesn't even rain in this paradise unless the gods make it so. Yet an outside force has been brazen enough to cause this to happen. Infuriated, Zeus asked his wife, Hera "Is that from the Empire of Shen?" whilst creating a cloud of remote viewing to look at what was happening on the continent of Shen. He looked and saw a baby cradled in the arms of a well-built man with deep green hair. His skin was not too dark that you would call him black, yet not so white that you would call him white. The view of the cloud of remote viewing was forcibly changed to the man who looked back at Zeus with murderous intent. Zeus hurriedly dismissed the cloud of remote viewing and murmured; "That troublesome line of ridiculously powerful humans have given birth to yet another ridiculously powerful child". No one had to tell him I was the one who caused this phenomenon. He was quite aware that although the emperor is the most powerful, he is not one to flaunt his power unless otherwise needed. A while ago, Rava was pretending to be weak as such Eris, the God of War and Zeus' son tried to challenge him. Unfortunately, the battle was over before it even started. By the time Eris realized, he was already dead. To prove to the gods that they were nothing in the eyes of the Mitchells, Emperor Rava resurrected the god and declared; "The Mitchells may be mortals, but we shall always be more powerful than the gods." He went as far as to claim that he wasn't the most powerful Mitchell alive. This was news to the gods because they were unaware that the first Mitchell was still alive and believed Rava was the most powerful.

"Should we form an alliance with the gods of the other continents to finally take care of them?" Hera asked, stunned by the revelation.

"No! Even if we join hands with Ra and all the gods under him, we will still be incapable of defeating Rava." Zeus said frustratingly.

Four thousand years ago, there was a battle between the gods and the Mitchells. The gods were furious that a mere human would propose a tier system that ranked that human above them. They were even more furious when that human made a law that all the countries that he had conquered should see the Mitchells to be above the gods. To the gods, this was preposterous. They waged war against the Shennian empire but instead of facing an army, they faced one man that they came to describe with one word. 'Terror'. And that man was the first emperor, Emperor Mitchell Dmitra Jarvis. Luckily, a young boy with green hair having two lines of white strands of hair in his hair saved them. Oblivious to the truth, they thought of that young boy as Terror's son. What!? I mean what's wrong with me? It seems I got off-topic again. Never mind that. I'm just fond of nice stories.

On a continent halfway across the world, in a castle built atop a waterfall was a man who looked like Emperor Rava. Well, his hair was purely dark green with no white hair in it. He was none other than Rava's dearest younger brother and my uncle, Mitchell Hertra, Also known as King Albert Sam. He was on an extravagant and gigantic bed with his wife. A very beautiful lady with long black hair. She wasn't missing any of her curves although she was slim. Her six months pregnancy shows a little but it couldn't diminish her beauty. They both felt the strange phenomenon together in the pitch black of night.

Whilst passionately touching her husband's cheek, Queen Hellena asked; "Did you feel that, my love?"

"I did honey."

"Who do you think is behind this?"

King Sam paused a bit to consider her question all the while caressing Queen Hellena's belly. The blanket was low enough that you could see the upper halves of their bodies. "There is only one person that I know who has the power to do this." He paused a bit and then continued. "But, he wouldn't do this. He is not one to flaunt his power. It appears his wife has given birth to his first child and the child is as powerful as himself or probably even more."

"Am I to presume that the 'He' refers to your brother?"

"Of course dear. Unless you know someone more powerful than my brother." King Sam is both smart and strong but he pales in comparison to his elder brother who is smarter and far stronger than him.

"As expected of the Mitchells" She looked into her husband's eyes. "With this eventuality, will you still be capable of going to King Robert's wedding?"

"Yes, dear. If I take our fastest ship, The Sailfish, I should be capable of getting to The Continent of Shen within four days."

I know you are wondering how a ship can make it halfway across the world in 4 days. Simply put, technology in this world did not evolve the same way as the one you know. By combining magic with science, technology in this world is quite … different. The Sailfish in question can reach astounding speeds without actually causing any harm to the passengers. In fact, all they would experience is smooth sailing. Anyway, let's get back to our lovebirds.

"If you say so, my love"

"I would be leaving early in the morning for the Poccatti Kingdom. Do take care of our baby when I'm gone, my love." Halfway through his speech, he kissed her belly.

A little while after the emperor left his wife's chambers sat him in a grand room that was so spacious that one would think it was built for giants. Actually, they had giants and dragons in mind when building the palace since the emperor does not rule over only humans but demi-humans and monsters alike. He sat on a well-decorated throne built with the rarest of metals and materials. Gold, Deldrimor, Crystalline, Adamantite and even the rarest of all metals Shennian Gold were used in the design of the throne. One could say, It is the most valuable throne ever. With him in the room were twelve other people. The highest rankings of his subordinates and his loyal advisors. The Twelve Paramount Sages. Well, you can simply call them The Twelve if you are the emperor.

"Your Majesty, The Twelve Paramount Sages have assembled at your command." Mitchel Tybetra, leader of The Twelve Paramount Sages and the Archduke of Lassav continent announced. As his name implies, he is a relative of the emperor although he is from the branch family. He currently serves as the leader of the branch family.

The Twelve Paramount Sages bowed their heads in front of the emperor. Before he spoke, he gestured that they should lift their heads. "Good! As you all know, we have long been searching for a strong resounding name for this great empire of ours. For centuries now, we have yet to give our empire a name befitting its grandeur. Just after the birth of my son,-"

"Congratulations Your Majesty." In unison, The twelve congratulated the emperor interrupting his speech. Something they shouldn't do but in this scenario, it was permittable.

"Thank you. -he inspired me on the perfect name for our empire. As such, I would like to rename The Great Shennian Empire, The Powstravian Empire."

"Your Majesty, if we may ask, is the name from the ancient sacred tongue?" After deliberating on the name for a while, Archduke Tybetra inquired about the origin of the name.

"Yes. It means great and powerful, and it is the name I bestowed upon my son upon his birth."

The twelve came together and pondered the situation once more. "Your Majesty, we have considered your proposal and have come to the conclusion that 'Powstrava' is the best name for this great empire of ours. The fact that you gave the same name to your son must mean that you have great expectations of your son. Forgive my impudence your majesty, but was it your son who caused the great darkness and the thunderstorm?"

"Indeed he was the one. I believe he shall grow up to become even more powerful than myself." With a smile on his face, the emperor brought out his thoughts.

"He is quite magnificent Your Majesty. We believe he shall." Without consulting the rest of The Twelve, Tybetra declared and the rest of the twelve simply nodded.

"If you do agree with my proposal, you should make preparations, for I shall announce to the world the birth of my son and the new name of our empire." The emperor does not need their permission in changing the name of the empire but He simply did so because he wanted to. Also, he needed them to be the ones going about doing the tedious work involved in changing the name of the empire.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We shall do so in haste." They bowed their heads and set to accomplish their mission.

It was morning, back at the Palace of Pride and already, people from all walks were making their way to The Hall of Joy. News of the celebrations had travelled faster than wind. Friends and foes alike were intrigued when they were told that it was my birth that caused that strange phenomenon. As such, they all wanted to see me, The Miraculous Child. The party to celebrate my birth did come on. It was attended by humans and as many creatures as you can imagine who could make it in time. Instead of announcing my name to our subjects he instead announced that there will be an even better celebration next week during which he would name me. At least, at the end of his speech, he announced to the world the new name of The Shennian Empire. With it, he declared the dawn of a new age.