The seals are the determining factors of power which are passed on to royals by the divine beings to every first born.
In this era ,the firstborn of great nations were not merely leaders; they were seen as sacred messiahs endowed with the power of the seals. Within the hearts of their people thrummed the belief that these royal heirs wielded salvation, their fates intertwined with celestial destinies.
At the centre of this storm stands Eden, a land once known for its glory centuries ago now forgotten by the great nations—yet rich in the hearts and burdens of its commoners.
On one sunny day and scorching heat ,whining arose from barnabas hut. Sarah has just gave birth surrounded by her close ones ,she wraps the little one with her warmth.
The women beside her smiles and whispers to sarah ,"It's a male sarah ".
Barnabas has just entered ,he glared the little one with joy , "Look at your son", sarah says .
Barnabas takes the little one in his arms ,tears flowed his eyes so did sarah.
Barnanas named the little one Nero,which sarah and him already agreed to name their boy after his grandfather .
In the commotion the people around them welcomed little Nero with great joy and songs of celebration began from Barnabas place.
Nero, the son of a common farmer, grew up with three inseparable friends: Serin, a cunning girl with bright eyes and an unmatched spirit; Calen, a boy with a heart as vast as the horizon; and Taryn, an imaginative soul who saw life through a kaleidoscope of wonder.
Together, they spent their days in laughter and adventure among the meadows and forests of the commoners land of Eden, entirely unaware of the storm brewing on the world's edge.
That night
One fateful night, emboldened by the tales of old, the quartet ventured beyond the familiar boundaries of the commoners grounds. The moon hung like a spectral eye in the sky as they stumbled upon a moonlit temple. A flickering flame drew them closer, and they soon found themselves witnesses to a ritual fraught with dark intentions.
Serin strained her ears, whispering, "Do you hear that? It sounds like chanting... but it's wrong—dissonant." The air thickened with unease as the children peered through the temple's doorway, their hearts pounding.Inside, cloaked figures gathered around a stone altar, their voices rising in feverish harmony.
It was a ritual—a curse meant to enslave the spirits of their enemies and grant power to the practitioners. Everything changed in an instant when one of the priests caught a glimpse of the four intruders.
His eyes burned with an otherworldly fury, and he raised his hand, invoking a dark spell with a chilling hiss.
"Foolish children! You've trespassed into the domain of the infernal!" His voice echoed, twisted by the walls adorned with sacrilegious symbols.
With a wave of his hand, black tendrils of energy shot towards them, ensnaring Serin, Calen, and Taryn.They got themselves in a dark whip. Nero manages to barely escape it's grasp .
Soon he sees the tendrils consuming them as a whole and in an instant the black patterns lit up and turned into a raging flames.
Nero screamed out as he watched in horror as his companions slowly slowly burned along.Never in his life has he experienced something so supernatural and bizarreapart from the stories he heard.
His friends writhed in pain, the flames from the spell consuming them. Their cries pierced his heart like daggers as they burned away, their shadows dissolving into the night like silk swept away by the wind.
In the midst of the horror, something within Nero stirred, a buried instinct that transcended fear. With a primal roar, he tore his gaze from the altar and stumbled backward, fleeing into the forest.
The laughter of the trees was replaced by the discordant chants that haunted his ears.As he sprinted through the woods, tears streamed down his face, mourning the loss of his friends and the laughter that now echoed only in memory.
He never looked back ,NEVER.
Each sob felt like a pact with despair, a promise to remember.
Then something stirred within him and realises what had been stolen from him: innocence, hope, and the very essence of his childhood.
His eyes went from a grief sight to a vision with anguish ,He swore along his way to revenge them all clenching and running straightforward without a destination in mind.