The Bloodline of Flame and Farewell to Home

The moonlight bathed Sector 13 in its pale silver glow. The wind was quiet that night—too quiet for what was to come. Yor sat silently in the living room, his heart heavier than any monster he had ever faced. Tomorrow, he would leave. Not to run—but to grow stronger. Strong enough to protect everything that mattered.

His mother looked at him with tear-filled eyes, hands trembling. "You're really going, aren't you?"

Yor nodded. "I have to, Mom. I'm not strong enough yet. This world… it doesn't forgive the weak. I won't let anything happen to you. To our family."

His mother rushed to hug him, breaking down in tears. "No matter what you are, you will always be my son. Come back alive. Promise me that, Yor."

He nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I will."

Later that night, under the starlit sky, Yor sat beside the man who had raised him. The air was still, and only the distant hum of energy fields buzzed in the silence. His adoptive father stared up at the stars for a long time before speaking.

"You deserve to know the full truth… about your blood and where you came from."

Yor looked at him, silent but alert.

"Your real father… he was not just anyone. He was the last King of the Ancient Bloodline. A tamer… the only one in history to form a bond with a mythical beast—the Phoenix. A creature of flame, rebirth, and immortality. Your father didn't just protect humanity… he ruled with honor, strength, and a heart big enough to tame the most untamable."

Yor's fists clenched unconsciously.

"Then why am I here?"

"Because he's gone, Yor." His father's voice cracked for the first time. "He died… protecting his people from the tide of monsters that broke through the borderlands. I was there when he fell. He entrusted you to me in that final moment, saying, 'He must live. He must rise when the world needs him most.' That's why I raised you as my son."

The wind blew harder now, as if the sky itself mourned the truth.

"I never told you because you needed to grow without the weight of destiny crushing you. But now… the seal is breaking. Your bloodline is waking. You must be ready."

Yor's eyes burned—not with tears, but with a fire that came from deep within.

"A bloodline of tamers… the blood of a king who died for humanity… and now I carry it."

His adoptive father stood up slowly, resting a hand on Yor's shoulder. "You're already stronger than most your age. But that's not enough. Power comes with enemies—many, hidden in plain sight. This world will try to use you, break you, fear you. But if you stay true… you'll rise above them all."

Yor stared out toward the distant gates of Sector 13, his thoughts turbulent, yet his resolve unshaken.

At dawn, with a packed bag and a blade by his side, Yor stood tall before the gate.

His mother, crying silently.

His adoptive father, proud yet solemn.

He turned back once. "I will return. Stronger. Unbreakable. I promise."

And with that, Yor stepped beyond the gate of Sector 13—into a world full of danger, mystery, and destiny.

The World will Shake again !!