Chapter 1: Heir to the Unknown

"When the 4th moon reaches its Sumberlance, can you kill me"

It is morning, not a peculiar start to this story, but I would like you to keep your mouth shut about what you just saw. Klein, The attackers, The Inferno dragons; You witnessed nothing. I appreciate your cooperation.

120 years since the Rainbow clan went extinct [we know nothing, remember]. King Otto the Third, is a short, and relatively robust old man who has ruled this kingdom for quite some time, 5 years to be exact. During this short time, he acquired quite a reputation for being rather sloth. Not leaving his bedroom unless he had to be told. But he was a King who introduced hope for change, revolution, and the Light gates; a form of transportation unlike any other.

The king addressed the kingdom and gave his mourning speech two nights after the disappearance of the great clan, and his words spread hope and acceptance to the Kingdom. of course, skepticism still ran rampant at that time. Theories quickly sprung up, blaming Dragons, or Sky crawlers, and the most forbidden theory; blaming King Otto and the Golden Clad. Of course, we know nothing 

Jump 120 years after the Incident, This is The kingdom of Zion. A place that transcends your imagination. Magic, innovation, hexes, potions, knights, Technologies, steam engines; This kingdom has it all. At the Center of this glorious kingdom is the River Scynther. A river that glows blue in the morning and red in the night. The precise change of color is still unknown, but the river housed precious minerals for generations, and it has always seem to continue to flourish. 

Of course, Around that River lies merchants and farmers. These people of great trade built around the river, and 7 cities flourished. Unfortunately, 2 of these uprising cities fell due to civil war and external conflicts, and they became known as the Tarnished. The remaining five cities shared the spoils of the fallen cities equally among themselves, as a way to be inspired on what not to be.

The first city to be built in the South is Freya, a city that is ruled by women and specializes in the trade of potions and Hexes, a truly beautiful city that is said to be the oldest. The second to the east of the Scynther is Eborny, a town that was founded by a war hero named "Ezekiel Ebony Diyana" and his family who wanted to flee from the horrors of war. The City grows in livestock, like the Mnather, Scrygor, Sawdines, werthorns, etc, and also specializes in war tactics called "Doom Towers" 

The third to the west of the Scynther is the city of Rebellios. It sounds a lot like rebellion because the city was once run by gangs, and grew out of the iron fist of a certain conqueror. The city excelled in Weapons, such as swords, axes, crossbows, light daggers, power shooters, electro batons, and the deadly Atomos Bombs. The fourth and rather the most peaceful city is the city of Isabelle, named after Isabella Crawley who founded the city and saved it from falling into the same fates as the Tarnished. The city found great progress in the indulgence of natural minerals like Red steel, Blue Azure, Hythons, Lobers, Glaciaton, Ollium, etc.

Even though these cities amaze you, none come close to the most powerful of them all; Shawnforth. First discovered by An unknown person, the City is by far the most industrial revolutionized of the Scynther Cities. Can you guess what the city specializes in, no, well it progressed in the trade and use of "Geo energy technology". These peculiar technologies are powered by trees and other agricultural produce, which was the city's first source of power, but a certain farmer named, Sir Adolf Ruther proposed the use of trees and plants to create clean energy to power engines and reduce pollution. This worked too well and Shawnforth became the second most important city in the Kingdom of Zion.

In the Shawnforth there is a neighborhood, and in that neighborhood is a mansion, and in that Mansion is a chamber, and in that chamber is someone you can call a prodigy. A 14-year-old boy with a fire of passion. A boy who was gifted from birth, with powers that shocked everyone. Tall height, black luscious hair, a lean build, deep brown eyes, and a smile that means his brain is on the verge of giving him rather crazy ideas. Some call him mad, but others call him Inspiring.

A Knock is heard on the door "Master Ceaser, your mother will not be happy if you attend late to breakfast today"

"In a Brumite {What your people call a minute}"

His name is Ceaser Nova Percival.

His voice was filled with excitement, as today was the day he had been waiting for. He quickly suited himself in his mirror and was pleased with his appearance. Ceaser walked casually to the door of his chamber and opened it.

"Ah, Master Ceaser, you look dashing as always"

"Good morning Aunt Casandra, you look amazing yourself"

"Oh, you say quite the sweetest things, young master. Are you excited for today ?"

Julia Casandra, or Aunt Casandra as Ceaser likes to call her, has been working in the mansion for 19 years, older than Ceaser himself. She is an old woman, presumably in her 70s, who was appointed to be the head maid for Ceaser's platoon of servants.

"My power has proven worthy to partake in the academy, so I am quite ecstatic for today. I remember the entrance exam vividly. The Fight was brutal, but the result was quite the wait. Where is my Father?  

Aunt Casandra seemed to smile at Ceaser's enthusiasm " Oh my young lord, he is currently waiting for you in the dining, along with your mother"

Ceaser knew what was coming; a long speech about responsibility and power. Ever since Ceaser got his Divinity, his father has always repeated the same speech over and over again. Ceaser quite enjoyed the company of his father and the speech, and it seems the young lad seems to learn new things every time he hears it.

As Ceaser joins His parents in the dining area, his mother looks joyful for her son. Evelyn Joy Percival is a beautiful young woman and the 4th wife of Ceaser's Father. Ceaser is her only child, but sometimes one can surpass thousands.

She was quite a beautiful woman, with long black hair, amber eyes, a wonderful build, and a smile that would make all women envious and all men desperate. She was a simple accountant and model who lived in the middle class section of Shawnforth. But all it takes is to help a man for directions, and you are suddenly drafted into a world of luxury.

The father looked stern and disciplined as always with his Iconic Slaver[a white rare metal] plated monocle on his right eye, but Ceaser could see in the old man's eyes that he was proud. The eccentric GeoTech entrepreneur who predominantly owns Shawnforth introduced such discoveries that changed the Scynther Cities for the better. His name is Albert Gregory Percival. He was once a young boy in the streets scrawning for any bits of food he could find, in the waste bins. His unique right eye was bright orange, which made some town folks afraid of him and cursed him of being a demon, or a dark elf because that was a special feature to the races. But after discovering his passion for Technology at the tender age of 14, he was blessed with overwhelming Success at the age of 28. 6 companies, 500 branches, 4 wives, and 13 children; and he was living in Bliss.

The 10 creters {which your people call meters} Gloydon [rare golden metal] plated Table was filled with food of vast varieties and was already surrounded by all members of the family. Ceaser took his seat and 6 servants quickly served him a plate of hot food. He could feel the stare of his step-siblings, in which some hated him, and others tried to be nice to him. But the Favourite of Ceaser's 12 siblings was his elder sister, Beatrice Agnes Percival.

One could describe her as a double-sided Coin. She had a remarkable, and cherishable side that was kind to all. But, she had a naughty, angry, and easily agitated side that mostly scared people. She was a 17-year-old girl, with long, black, curly hair, long legs, caramel skin, and blue eyes that she inherited from her grandmother, and she hated anything Purple.

She is the 3rd child and the first daughter of the 2nd wife, Monica Rain Percival. 

What Ceaser likes about her is that he can never predict which side she is in. Angry or happy, light or dark, heartwarming or chest-burning; she was a mystery, and Ceaser loves Mystery. 

"My son, Ceaser. Are you prepared for your first day at the Academy" Albert Percival said without taking his eyes off his food, as he steadily used the knife to cut a part of a Codper meat. 

Even though the 12 piercing eyes of his step-siblings locked onto him, and the 3 other wives' gaze weighed heavily on his shoulders, Ceaser was a Boy of Confidence.

"Well my dear father, I am more than prepared for today. As a matter of fact, I believe that the Academy isn't ready for me" 

Beatrice chuckled softly and his Mother hid a big smile.

Albert looked rather pleased at the reply " I was your age when I started this empire. This took dedication, sacrifices, and a great deal of discipline. Ceaser Nova Percival, do you acquire those virtues ?"

Albert looked away from his food and Ceaser immediately knew he was serious

"My dear Father, I pledge today that I acquire those Virtues and many more. And I pledge to surpass you, in every single area"

Beatrice looked happy and Evelyn seemed teary, as her little boy had become a man. 

Albert started to talk, and Ceaser dared not miss a single word. The "Gift of Responsibility" Speech was created just for Ceaser. Each child had a dedicated Speech, Like Beatrice's "Prejudice of Beauty" Speech which is like 10 Brumite long.

Ceaser paid close attention to his speech and as his Father concluded, Ceaser finished his meal.

"Any questions my son?"

"No, Father"

"Excellent as always, you are dismissed. Are your two companions following you"

"Yes Father and I have a special request"

Albert looked skeptical. "Speak your request"

Ceaser smirked "I would like to trek to the Academy with my Confidants"

Everyone in the Dining went silent, and Beatrice threw Ceaser a stare "What is wrong with our Chariots, are they not comfortable enough?"

"Father, you know I enjoy the Chariots. I could never get enough of the comfortable cushions of the luxurious Chariots, but I just wish to trek today"

Albert did his usual internal debates with himself. He thought for a while and then spoke his Verdict.

"You are permitted, but our Guards will have to protect you. They will not interfere with you and your Confidants, but they will trail you to keep you safe. Do you understand ?" 

"Yes Father"

"Very well, you are hereby dismissed"

Ceaser went towards the door and his bag flew to him and hovered to his side. As he opened the main door to the outskirts of the mansion, he saw his companions. The Beautiful but timid daughter of the great Apothecary Jenson King Archibald, Izobel Kyra Archibald.And a young, handsome boy who looked rather calm for Ceaser's hyper atmosphere. He is the son of the present king of Zion, Prince Chalybe Von Arthur.

In the Mansion, Evelyne spoke up. "My dear Husband, what do you think of Ceaser's growth ?"

Albert dropped his napkin on the table and spoke firmly "He is a boy that desires many things. Both Valuables and Secrets. But a wise man once said 'Good luck to those...That seeks the Mysteries"

Ceaser grinned when he saw his companions, and he knew a new chapter of his life had started now. Joy, nervousness, Passion, he wasn't sure how to express his feelings, but he was ready. Ceaser ran up to them, and his right eye turned bright red.