The Crimson Kingdom had not celebrated a royal birth for generations. On the night Prince Cecilion was born, the entire kingdom was illuminated by the light of the Crimson Moon. The palace bells echoed through the mountains, and the people believed that the newborn prince would one day become the greatest ruler in the history of the Blood Demons.
But destiny had written a different beginning.Before the first sunrise of the prince's life, tragedy struck the royal palace.
(CECILLION MOTHER AND FATHER)
A mysterious figure, hidden beneath a cloak as dark as the night itself, entered the royal chambers. The king and queen fought with every ounce of their strength to protect their newborn son. The battle shook the palace, and powerful magic lit up the sky. Yet despite their courage, the royal couple fell.
The assassin disappeared before anyone could discover their true identity.
Only one thing was left behind...
A strange crimson mark burned into the palace floor—a symbol no one had ever seen before.
The infant prince survived.
From that day onward, the palace elders and the Royal Guardian swore an oath to protect the last heir of the Crimson Kingdom. They raised Cecilion with love, discipline, and wisdom, never allowing him to feel abandoned. Yet no amount of kindness could replace the warmth of a mother's embrace or the guidance of a father's hand.
As the years passed, Cecilion grew into a calm and intelligent child. He rarely laughed as other children did. Instead, he spent his days
wandering through the royal library, studying ancient magic, history, and forgotten legends. At night, he listened to the wind outside the castle windows, wondering why he always felt that something was missing.
The elders never answered his questions about his parents.
Whenever he asked, silence filled the room.Years went by.
On the morning of his tenth birthday, the Royal Guardian finally led him into a secret chamber hidden beneath the palace.
There, upon two marble monuments, rested the swords and crowns of the late king and queen.
With tears in his eyes, the guardian revealed the truth."Your parents did not die from illness," he said quietly. "They were murdered on the night you were born."Cecilion stood frozen.His entire world shattered in a single moment.The guardian continued.
"The killer sought a power that existed only within the royal bloodline—a power so great that, if it ever fell into the wrong hands, it could bring destruction not only to our kingdom, but to the entire world."For the first time in his life, Cecilion understood why he had been guarded so closely.The blood flowing through his veins was both a blessing... and a curse.
No one knew the murderer's identity.
No face had been seen.
No name had ever been spoken
Only one clue remained.
The elders believed the murderer had vanished into the distant
(THE LAND OF DAWN)
Human Valley, a mysterious land known as The Land of Dawn, where humans and countless other races lived together.
That night, Cecilion stood alone on the highest balcony of the palace.
He looked toward the distant horizon where the Human Valley lay hidden beyond endless mountains.
Tears filled his crimson eyes.
"I don't know who you are," he whispered into the night.
"But one day...
I will find you."
From that moment onward, his childhood came to an end.Every sunrise became a day of training.
Every night became another lesson in magic.Years passed.
The gentle prince slowly became one of the most gifted young mages the Crimson Kingdom had ever seen.Yet deep inside his heart, the loneliness never disappeared.
On the eve of his twentieth birthday, Cecilion bowed before the elders and the Royal Guardian.
Without a single servant or soldier to accompany him, he stepped beyond the gates of the Crimson Kingdom for the first time.
As the ancient gates slowly closed behind him, none of them noticed the shadow watching from the forest.
The mysterious figure smiled...
and whispered only three words—
"He's finally coming."
CONTINUE.........
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