Oh, hey there. You're probably wondering who I am, right? Well, my name's Tyson. Just Tyson. No fancy titles, no impressive lineage. Just a regular sixteen-year-old kid... or at least, I wish I was.

You see, life has a way of throwing curveballs, and mine's been one endless barrage. I didn't ask to end up here, standing at the edge of a battlefield. But hey, when life pushes you off the edge, you either fall... or learn to fly. I'm still figuring out which one I'm doing.

Anyway, I guess you could call this my story. Though, if you're expecting a hero's journey, you might want to lower your expectations. I'm no hero. Just someone trying to survive in a world that looks simple and becomes complex when you dive in further. But hey, if you're up for it, stick around. You might find this as interesting as I do... or maybe not.

It's strange how life works, isn't it? One moment, you're just a kid with dreams that seem so ordinary, so safe. The next, you're holding a legacy in your hands—a legacy that doesn't even belong to you. At sixteen, I'm not sure if I've chosen this path or if it's chosen me. Maybe it doesn't matter anymore. All I know is that this world doesn't stop spinning for anyone—not even someone like me, someone still trying to figure out where they fit in it.

So, before we dive any deeper, let me give you a quick crash course on the world we live in—because it's kind of a big deal.

There are five nations that make up our world: Astral, Solterra, Azuren, Veloria, and Lunaris. Sounds fancy, doesn't it? They're not just names, though—they're entire ecosystems of power, culture, and, of course, conflict. Each one has its quirks, its strengths, and, let's be honest, its fair share of skeletons in the closet.

Astral It's the big one. Military might, resources, tech—you name it. If something's valuable, it's been mined or manufactured here. Everything moves at lightning speed, and progress is king. But here's the thing: with all that power, people often get lost in the race. Everyone's a cog in the machine, and if you can't keep up, you'll get left behind.

That said, it's home for me. And while it's a place of constant motion, I have to admit, there's some peace to be found. When I need a break, I go to the green parts—the forests, rivers, and mountains. The tech here is eco-friendly, and it blends with nature in ways you wouldn't expect. There's something about that mix that makes me feel like I can breathe again.

Solterra is the breadbasket—literally. Agriculture, resources, trade—you name it, they've got it. But don't let the peaceful vibe fool you. I've heard their politics are like a snake pit.

Then there's Azuren, the military powerhouse. Discipline and strength are their whole deal. Every time you hear about some border dispute or power play, you can bet Azuren's involved. They're the shield—and the sword—of the world.

Veloria, on the other hand, is a mystery. It's where the artists, thinkers, and dreamers come from. But behind all that beauty and culture? Well, let's just say I've heard whispers about things most people would rather not know.

And finally, Lunaris. The smallest, but don't underestimate them. They're the traders, the negotiators, the ones who make deals that can change the course of history. They're quiet, but they're always watching. Always.

Together, they make up a world that's as beautiful as it is broken. And me? I'm just a tiny dot in this big picture. A dot tied to something much bigger than myself.

Astral, Solterra, Azuren, Veloria, and Lunaris. Each one has its own distinct identity, resources, and influence, shaping the very foundation of this planet. But amidst these great powers, there's another force that quietly thrives behind the curtains—the Familia.

Now, you might be wondering, "What exactly is a Familia?" Well, it's not what you think. It's not some underground criminal organization or a cult of power-hungry individuals. Familias are spread across all five nations, quietly providing services that the governments can't—or won't—offer. They're there when things get messy, when people need help that the law can't give them, or when the balance of power shifts in ways that threaten the very fabric of society.

A Familia isn't just an organization—it's a network. A secret web of influence, operating beyond the reach of regular authorities, pulling strings behind the scenes. They're the ones who get things done when everyone else hesitates and has restrictions.

But us?

We don't have those restrictions. We don't follow the rules. Familia has no boundaries. No laws we can't bend or break. If something needs to be done, we do it.

No restrictions.

That kind of freedom... could be both empowering and terrifying.

The Sun Familia was one of the most prominent families within this hidden world. If you've heard of it, you probably think of it as an organization filled with spies, assassins, tacticians, and various underworld figures. But don't be mistaken—the Sun Familia wasn't a mafia. The first generation of the Sun Familia is where the legend truly begins.

The Sun Familia wasn't always the well-oiled machine it is today. No, it wasn't built overnight. It started with a man—a man whose name had long been whispered in the darkest corners of power. He was known simply as The Founder—the original leader of the Familia. His name has been erased from official records, but his influence remains etched in the fabric of the Familia's legacy.

The first generation of the Familia was forged in blood, sweat, and the crushing weight of secrecy. It was a time when the world was fractured and full of chaos—where power wasn't just earned; it was taken, often at the point of a blade. The Founder was a man of unrivaled intellect and strength, someone who could navigate the most treacherous political landscapes, someone who saw potential where others only saw enemies. He wasn't just a leader; he was a symbol of survival in a world that demanded you either rise or fall.

The Familia was in its prime during those years, led by James Jackson-the founder. as the Boss of the Sun Familia. Under his rule, the Familia grew stronger and more influential, The Founder handpicked each member, binding them not by loyalty alone, but by their unique abilities. its power stretching across continents. He was the kind of leader who never hesitated to make difficult decisions—decisions that others might call immoral, but that made the Familia a true force to be reckoned with.

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But James Jackson wasn't the only key figure in this legendary era. There was also Victor Vincent, the First-Generation Executor of the Familia. Vincent was a different breed. He wasn't just an enforcer—he was a living weapon, the embodiment of everything the Familia stood for. Some even called him The Greatest Executor, and for good reason. His reputation was built on a foundation of incredible skill, strength, and intellect. He was unmatched in combat, and his ability to carry out the Familia's most dangerous missions made him an irreplaceable asset. It was said that no one could defeat him in battle, and that legend still echoes through the corridors of the Familia today.

But history has a way of changing everything, no matter how powerful you are. There came a day when everything would shift—the day of the great war between the Sun Familia and a rival organization known as the Scavengers.

Now, you might think a war between these two organizations would involve massive armies, overwhelming forces, and resources pouring into battle. But when I tell you what happened, you won't believe it.

The Scavengers were ready to face the Sun Familia with a force of fifteen thousand soldiers. Fifteen thousand men, armed to the teeth, trained for battle, and ready to crush any opposition. And when they came to the Scavenger's base, it seemed like a sure thing.

But here's the catch—the Sun Familia didn't have an army. Not one. It wasn't a group of soldiers—it was a family, a collection of highly skilled individuals with specialized talents. And when the time came, only two figures walked into the Scavenger's den.

Two.

Just two.

James Jackson, the Boss of the Familia, and Victor Vincent, the Executor.

They didn't have backup, they didn't have an army—they had nothing but their skills their guns and each other. But that was enough. In the most legendary battle the world had ever seen, the two of them took down the entire Scavenger army.

And when I say "Took down," I don't mean they fought off a handful of soldiers. They systematically destroyed the entire force, fifteen thousand people, with just the two of them.

The details of that battle are shrouded in mystery, but one thing's for sure: the Sun Familia cemented its place in history that day.

And James and Victor? They paid the ultimate price. They didn't walk out of that battle alive—but they didn't need to.

It wasn't just about victory—it was about sending a message.

''No one, no matter how large their army, could challenge the Familia and expect to survive long enough to tell the tale.''

Okay now look, don't ask me for details. I'm not exaggerating things here. But everyone in the Familia swears it's true, but honestly, I think it's more of a myth. I'm as confused as you are because, well, I've only ever heard about it.

I mean, let's be real—who would believe something like that without proof? Nobody. Not me, not you, not anyone who wasn't there to see it with their own eyes. Sure, the story's great for morale, but...But if it is true, if they really did pull off something that insane...

What kind of monsters were they?

But that was the peak of the first generation, the pinnacle of their power. It was an event that would become legend, something that would echo through the ages, shaping the future of the Familia. But as with all things in this world, nothing lasts forever. And even after such a monumental victory, the Familia would face challenges that no one could have foreseen.

Now, here we are, in the second generation of the Sun Familia. A new era, a new crop of teenagers—yes, you heard that right, teenagers—ranging from 16 to 17 years old. It's funny, isn't it? The weight of this whole legacy, this incredible power, now resting in the hands of kids barely old enough to drive or vote.

But that's the reality. The first-generation leaders, like Victor Vincent, the Greatest Executor, set the bar so high, and now it's up to us to carry on their work. No pressure, right?

And believe me, when I say we, I'm talking about my generation. We're the ones entrusted with the responsibility of not just holding the Familia together, but taking it further—building on what the first generation started. And here I am, one of the ones expected to carry this legacy forward.

Yeah, me. The quiet kid who'd rather stay in the background, left alone to read or just... well, not interact with people.

And now? I'm the one tasked with leading the Execution Team as a Sun Executor—the very position that once belonged to him. Victor Vincent. The Greatest Executor of the first generation.

I couldn't help but wonder: What was going on in his head? Was he thinking, "Let's throw a bunch of 16-year-olds into a high-stakes situation and see what happens"? Or maybe he genuinely believed in us—trusted that we'd figure it out on our own because we had the skills, the drive, and just enough freedom to push things forward?

Honestly, I don't know. And maybe I never will. But here I am, with that same weight on my shoulders. Who is going to Lead a team of young recruits, some of whom are just beginning to understand what it means to live in the shadows of power. And sure, they look up to me as an example, as someone who's meant to lead them, guide them.

Now, before you start thinking we're out here fighting wars or leading armies, let me clear that up. Executors? Our job isn't about flashy battles or taking on impossible odds. Nope. The Familia's main purpose is to provide services—specialized, critical services. We're here to keep things running, to protect the Familia's interests, and to handle tasks that most people couldn't or wouldn't. It's not all glory and action; it's about being reliable and adaptable.

But don't get me wrong—it's not exactly a walk in the park either. Sure, it starts small, manageable. But as we level up, as we prove ourselves, the missions? They get tougher, more complex, and yeah, sometimes dangerous. It's not a question of if you'll face danger—it's when.

And I—well, I'm just trying to keep my head above water. 'Can I do this?' Can I really take the Familia forward the way Vincent did? That's the question I wrestle with every day. But for now, all I can do is try. Try to be the leader they think I am. Try to live up to the expectations placed on me.

But one thing's clear—only the skilled, the cunning, and the ruthless will remain standing at the end. Survival is a calculation. Sure, he said the second generation would be teenagers, but he never said those teenagers would be ordinary.

No pressure, right?

To outsiders, the Sun Familia was a bastion of discipline and loyalty—a force that moved the world from behind the curtains. But to those within, it was something much more complex, more suffocating. An existence that demanded everything while promising little in return. That was the reality of this world. A reality I never chose but found myself bound to.

I absentmindedly traced the Sun Familia insignia etched onto my wrist—a mark of loyalty, or perhaps, servitude. My parents would have never wanted this for me, yet here I was, standing in their shadow, chasing a future they could no longer guide me toward. Would they be proud? Or would they pity me?

Alex had once told me that loyalty was the greatest weapon in the world. But if loyalty demanded everything, wasn't it just another form of enslavement? I couldn't answer that. Not yet. Maybe this exam would bring me closer to understanding—or break me entirely.

As I stepped through the gates, the weight of a hundred eyes fell upon me. Their expressions ranged from cold indifference to predatory calculation. This wasn't just an exam—it was a battlefield. And only the most ruthless would emerge unscathed.

As I walked, my mind drifted, but not to the exam. Instead, it wandered to deeper thoughts. Unrelated questions—questions I wasn't sure I even had answers to.

Do the ends justify the means?

Is loyalty earned, or is it imposed?

Am I truly the master of my fate, or just a pawn in someone else's game?

I don't know. But I have a question for you. Yes, you—the reader. What is life, in your perspective? I'm curious to hear your view because, trust me, your answer says a lot about you.

As for me?

''Well, I've always thought of life as a game of chess. If you lose the game, don't blame the pieces—blame yourself for the moves you made. Every decision you make, every step you take, it all adds up. It affects the pieces. It affects the game.''

Now, before we begin... wanna hear how I got myself into this 'Familia' world?

To be continued soon...