The Birth Of A Star

The view from the balcony of the Royal Palace of Atlantis overlooked the city. Narissa, the purple-haired Chieftain of the Fomorians, stood completely still, admiring the scenery before her.

As a Fomorian, she had heard stories about the ancient City of Atlantis.

Not too long ago, this same city had fought against their army under the command of Ethan, who was now their ally.

After seeing the Progenitor, Leviathan, in the flesh, the beautiful woman could only thank the Gods that she and the remaining Chieftains were not bull-headed enough to continue the war against the people of the Shire Continent.

“Narissa, do you know the difference between the strong and the weak?” an adorable voice asked, breaking her out of her trance.

As usual, Ethan’s Golden Egg was snuggly perched in her bosom, where it stayed most of the time.

“The strong can do what they want and order the weak to do what they want,” Narissa replied. “Only the strong can survive in this world, after all.”