Hi guys I´M BACK! And with a world map! The reason I´m not showing this during the narrative is because the people of this New Earth or Treasis don´t have the means to have a full world map. Those that shall appear during the story would look like those 1700´s types of map with some inconsistencies in them. The name of the MC shall be decide by YOU! Nox means night in latin while Valaar means great one in Valerian there for the name Valerian meaning great people (Val- great and Rian-people)
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Okay, okay, maybe I was kinda creepy, maybe I scared my new parents a little too much, maybe I overreacted, I mean the country I live in can simply be at war with them…I dunno, don´t look at me! I may be a overprotective parent to my people but know that everything I do is because I love them so SHUT UP!
Now to the current situation. I am a cute little baby sitting in the floor with toys all over the place. But instead of playing with them I am hearing my parent’s conversation.
My mother is beautiful and when I mean beautiful I mean the kind of beauty that a king would sell his country for. She has long silky blonde hair with emerald eyes and pointy ears. An elf basically… Medium lips with lipstick and a perfect nose on top of it, and a figure (and boobies! Wait am I allowed to say the b word?) that puts the goddess of beauty to shame, she was a maiden worth dying for.
The man that seems to be my father looks perfectly normal by that he his a normal bishounen human with muscles. Brown military stilled hair and brown eyes. Nothing too remarkable… Damn new dad how the fuck were you able to win a wife like that?!?
Because of the sudden idiotic release of killing intent making it raise from what I assume to be level one to level 15 out of nowhere my parents seemed wary of me. But oh well it´s been a month since my birth and I was finally able to understand the language! Okay so let us be a normal baby and to pretend to play with the toys while eavesdropping on my parents:
“…truly sad. To think that the heir to the Cladmin House would be born a boy and a Valerian at that…We need to keep this information a secret. When he reaches the age of six to present the boy to Haren`s high society I bet, if they see him as he his, they would kill the boy right there an then. *sigh* It would not matter even if he is a prince.”-Said my father looking out of the window.
“Oh dear! Do not speak about such things… We shall try again to see if another boy is born that way we can give the throne to him!”-Said my mother with a look of concern in her face, sitting on a couch near me.
"The Ruling House Of Cladmin is pure blooded since the establishment of the Independent City Of Cladmin and then our country! 475 years ago!! (Oh god don´t scream!) I have NO idea how the Valerian blood came from! I AM NOT THE ONE WITH THE VALERIAN DESCENDANCE NEITHER ARE YOU SO WHERE DID IT CAME FROM CASSANDRA? WHERE DID IT CAME FROM? “(oh crap he snapped)
My mother did not answer and only looked the other way. Huh… awkward… so the man next to me isn´t my father? Huh! Mother what´s happening? Before I could process this info, my not-father approach my mother in fury and grabbed her face making her look in his eyes.
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“Didn´t I promised that you could keep our son here under my wing until he comes of age? So just answer me love nothing will happen, c´mon now just tell me: WHO IS THE FATHER?”
“MAID!” and out of nowhere the old nanny appeared busting through the door “Take my son to his room see that he sleeps I need to have a conversation with my husband”
The old maid proceeded to grab me gently and leave the room. No wait I want to hear the conversation! No! Let me go you old hag! (Not that I can say I´m young) Nope! I struggle a little when I suddenly feel a terrifying aura from the room I was previously in.
Okay…Never mind then!
Let´s just go to bed shall we?
The old lady had an amazing voice that resounded in my almost empty room. For a mortal to have such voice would certainly be a gift from above. She made my cradle rock gently while singing songs. Some I recognized, one of them was the valerian war anthem which I tried to hum to it, others were new for me. Nevertheless the singing worked as sleep and tiredness conquered me.
ZZZZzzz…
Dreams. I rarely dreamed in my old life. I mostly had nightmares back then. After I became a deity dreams were often premonitions of the future or small things that came and go almost unnoticed.
But this… is neither a dream or nightmare.
There I was on top of a hill, bathed by a meaningfull sunrise, surrounded by my blood brothers and sisters. The other 7 heroes now gods that ruled Creation stood beautifully watching the thousands that prostrated before us. I in the other hand carefully watched the other gods reactions.
Superiority. A sense of superiority and content surrounded them.
I sighed inwardly maintaining my famous emotionless face, I was about to change my view when my beautiful love turned to me. Tamriel, looked to me, she smiled and then her eyes passed to the floor I stood on. Her head lowered making a small bow to me. I was about to do the same to her when Grand did the same to me. Then Alduin did the same. As well as Mikael, Falder and Alumir. Oldar looked hesitant at first but he did the same.
My brothers and sisters bowing to me. And in unison voice they said:
“All Haill Ayers! God of Power and Strategy! OUR KING!”
The mortals that were already prostrated lowered even more. They yelled:
“ALL HAILL THE GODS! GLORY TO THEM!!!”
It would seem like a start of an age of peace for all.
But the dream is a dream and we always wake up from it eventually.