Ziethal was excited. Tonight, it was his ninth birthday. One year away from being able to become an Adventurer.

Sure, he was the crown prince, but he wanted to get out of the castle and explore the world. He did make a deal with his dad. He would be allowed to become an Adventurer when he turned 10, but he would have to go to the academy first. And when it came time to take the throne, he would have too come back and be king.

Of course, he accepted. Looking up, he saw himself in the ornate mirror. His holden eyes became slits, his ear elongated. His white hair went down to shoulders. He grabbed the bottom of his hair and put in what his sister called a ponytail. It did suit him, to say the least.

He flexed his back, and a pair of white dragon wings came out. It was apart if his draconic heritage. The Arccewien family awakens their Dragon blood when they turn five, along with being able to access their Soul Screen.

Speaking of Soul Screens...

Vansil Iesten Arrcewien.

Name: Ziethal Vansil Iestem Arrcewien

Race: Draconic Human (Temporary)

Gender: Male

Age: 9

Ailments: None

Level: 5

Strength: 9

Perception: 9

Endurance: 9

Intelligence: 9

Wisdom: 9

Dexterity: 9

Charisma: 14

Active Skills: Dragon Transformation

Passive Skills: Royal Aura; High-Spec Mind

Ziethal sighed as he retracted his wings. Tighting his tie, he turned to face the bathroom door. Even though he liked his birthday, it was always the first part he hated.

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He looked in the mirror one last time to check if he missed anything. Fancy white suit, check. Ponytail, check. Silk gloves, check. Obnoxious tie, check. Shoes? He glanced down. Check.

He had a habit of going barefoot sometimes, so he always had to check. He looked towards the door.

'Time to get this over with.'

He walked out the door, and they instantly surrounded him.

"AAAHHH! IT'S ZIETHAL-SAMA!!!"

"HE'S SO HANDSOME!"

"ADORABLE!!!"

The comments were pretty much the same as always. This was a downside to being the crown prince. You you have a lot of fangirls. As they were starting to get in close, a figure in full armour appeared.

"Alright ladies, back it up. The party cant continue without him." With a resounding 'Awww...' the fangirls disappeared.

"Thank you Christa. I don't know what I could do without you."

"Thank you, mi'lord." The figure pulled of their helmet to reveal a young woman. She was Ziethal's private guard, Christa. She was a few years older than him, but she was still short.

"You do realize this is a party? You don't need all that armour. And don't call me that."

"It's fine. I'm used to the armour. Besides, what if something happens and someone needs to take a shot for you? Mi'lord~"

*sigh* "Alright. As you said, the party can't continue without me, no?" Ziethal said, and Christa nodded. Ziethal headed towards the rest of the nobles, while Christa sat with the other guards. A few hours ran by, and everything was going smoothly. The feast, the presents, and finally the dance.

Ziethal then noticed something. Out of the corner if his eye, he saw a black ball hover over the crowd. It wasn't solid, like a ball of black fog. Strangly, nobody noticed it. Then it started moving, from place to place as if looking for something.

Then, it suddenly stopped. It stretched out into the shape of a spear. Ziethal's eyes widened as he saw who it was aiming at. His little brother, Adraewiel and his sister Saraphell. He let go of the girl he was dancing with before sliding in front of his siblings just as the spear struck him.

Everything was quite for a moment before it erupted into screams. He looked down at his stomach to find it gone. He collapsed and fainted.

You have been affected with the curse: Sabatth Corruption

Adraewiel eyes widened as he saw his brother suddenly run in front of him and for his stomach to ripped open. Blood splattered against his face. For a split-second, he saw some kind of black mist merge with his body.

Then everyone screamed.

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"As it seems, your planning was spot on. Nothing went wrong. Good job." On the roof of the castle, two figures stood there, enshrouded by shadows.

"Thanks. But we are still in fase one. Remember what dad used to say?"

"No plan survives contact with the enemy or mother. I remember. We should go, tell Master of our success." The other figure nodded before disappearing.

The tall one looked towards the moon. For a moment, it turned a blood red. "Soon. Soon mi'lord will be revived. And the world will be ours." And then he vanished as well.