Pilot : The Beginning Of Nightmare

In a realm where fantasy intertwines with the splendor of nature, a shadow looms—a world steeped in corruption and haunted by nightmares that could chill the bravest of souls. On a radiant day, kissed by the sun's gentle rays, the people of the majestic Pensylvania Kingdom buzzed with excitement, eagerly anticipating the grand festival that lay ahead.

This enchanting world was divided into seven distinct continents: Pensylvania, Utopia, Crywolf, Atlantis, Zymex, Philadelphia, and Syrax. Among them, Pensylvania reigned supreme, boasting vast stretches of fertile land and abundant water resources, complemented by its powerful mages and formidable army. At the heart of this flourishing kingdom stood the illustrious Beckenbauer family, the wealthiest and most esteemed lineage of all. The family comprised seven members, including the benevolent King Felix and his wise Queen Alexia, their two sons, Mikeal and Lazarus, and their cherished daughter, Amelia. Lazarus, at just 13 years old, held the title of the youngest among the siblings, while Mikeal and Alexia were both 17, each brimming with potential.

Yet, beneath the surface of this noble family lay a tale of sorrow and strife. As the story unfolds, it centers on the two brothers, Lazarus and Mikeal, who, despite their noble birth, found themselves caught in a web of honor and respect that was often overshadowed by cruelty. Lazarus, the so-called weakest successor, endured harsh treatment from his father, who saw him as a disappointment. His mother, in her misguided attempts at discipline, inflicted pain upon him, removing his nails as punishment for not obeying Mikeal. In this turbulent world, only his sister Alexia offered him solace, using her magical abilities to heal his wounds and understand his troubled heart. She was the light in his darkness, while their aunt and uncle, Rozy and Alex, sought to curry favor with the kingdom, often aligning themselves with Mikeal to bolster their own status. 

As the morning sun ascended, it bathed the Kingdom of Pennsylvania in a warm, golden hue, casting shimmering rays that danced over the cobblestone streets and brightened the festival banners draped between the timeworn stone buildings. Vendors busied themselves setting up vibrant stalls, their lively chatter creating a harmonious backdrop that stirred excitement for the day's festivities.

On the palace balcony, King Felix Beckenbauer stood with a stoic posture, his weathered hands gripping the marble railing with unyielding resolve. Beside him, Queen Alexia's emerald gown rustled softly in the gentle breeze, yet her usually warm eyes now reflected a chilling calculation that mirrored her husband's stern expression.

"The preparations seem satisfactory," Felix remarked, his voice a deep rumble that could sour milk.

Alexia's smile was present, but it did not reach her eyes. "Everything must be flawless."

In the courtyard below, Lazarus sat in solitude, shadows cloaking the fresh bruises that marred his pale skin—a grim reminder of his father's latest harsh lesson in family discipline. His worn jacket hung loosely on his frame, a stark contrast to the immaculate attire of his brother, Mikeal.

Amelia approached quietly, her footsteps barely disturbing the stillness of the stone pathway. Kneeling beside Lazarus, she hovered her hand near his arm, concern etched on her face.

"Allow me to help," she whispered, a flicker of magical energy dancing between her fingers.

Lazarus stiffened. "I don't seek your pity."

"It's not pity," Amelia replied gently. "It's protection."

A comforting warmth spread across his skin as her healing magic worked its wonders, erasing the worst of his injuries—bruises faded and cuts sealed, leaving no trace of his family's cruelty behind.

Nearby, Mikeal practiced his sword forms with the royal guards, each movement precise and deliberate, a demonstration of his privilege. Aunt Rozy and Uncle Alex watched with gleaming eyes, pride swelling within them.

"Perfection," Uncle Alex declared proudly. "The future of the Pennsylvania Kingdom."

With each calculated swing of Mikeal's blade, he vowed, "I will not let you down."

The festival crowd buzzed with anticipation, musicians tuning their instruments, children darting between market stalls. Then, suddenly—silence. A collective breath was held in suspense.

The air thickened with an unsettling energy, freezing festival-goers mid-motion, their expressions blank and eyes vacant.

From the heart of the central plaza, a crimson gate began to materialize. It was not built or projected; it simply existed, as though it had been ripped from the fabric of another reality. Its surface pulsed a hellish red glow, devouring the very light around it.

"Something is amiss," Lazarus murmured, a strange luminescence beginning to emanate from his skin.

Amelia grasped his arm tightly. "Do you sense it?"

Then, the gate began to crack—not gently, but with a violent splintering that sent tremors through the ground. The army units stood frozen, ensnared by an unseen force.

With a deafening explosion, three jagged pieces of the gate burst outward, unveiling a nightmare beyond comprehension.

Seven dragons emerged, not the mythical beasts of legend, but living embodiments of chaos. Their scales shimmered like obsidian mirrors, and their eyes radiated a malevolence that threatened to shatter sanity.

King Felix's regal demeanor faltered. "This is impossible—"

Queen Alexia's hands flew into action, weaving protective magical barriers with desperate precision.

"Everyone, remain calm!" Felix shouted, though his voice quivered with uncertainty.

But calm was a distant dream.

The dragons unleashed a synchronized roar that ripped through the very fabric of reality. Windows shattered, the ground quaked, and it felt as if existence itself held its breath.

Mikeal brandished his royal sword, positioning himself protectively before his family. "I will shield us," he declared, his bravado barely concealing the fear that gripped him.

Aunt Rozy and Uncle Alex activated ancient protective formations, their bodies crackling with energy that spoke of ages past.

And in that moment, Lazarus—who had always remained in the shadows, perpetually overlooked—felt something awaken within him, a connection to these magnificent creatures that defied all understanding.

"They're not here to destroy," he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. "They have come for something else entirely."

The seven dragons surveyed the Kingdom of Pennsylvania, their collective gaze promising that nothing would ever be the same again.