Chapter 2: Blood of Stars, Rise of the Warriors
Blood of Stars, Blood of Power
Ciborö was born on the distant world of Mordallatico, a planet where its people thrived without the need for gaseous oxygen. Life there pulsed to a rhythm unlike that of Earth—one measured not in air, but in the currents of energy and blood that defined worth and power.
Among the Mordallaticans, blood marked destiny. Those with blue blood could regenerate, healing wounds that would be fatal elsewhere. The weak and inferior carried pale, white-streaked veins, a visible sign of their limitation. But the extraordinary—the rulers of fate themselves—bore black blood, a rare and coveted gift. In it flowed the right to command, to conquer, to shape the universe according to their will.
Ciborö's life was intertwined with another: his twin sister, Anæharã, as radiant and fated as himself. Together they were the heirs of their lineage, born of Nârōh Ishmallö and Nârēh Væwnkã, whose names carried respect and fear in equal measure. Within the pulse of their blood and the fire of their heritage lay the potential to rule worlds—or to destroy them.
Ciborö was no ordinary child of Mordallatico. Even among the black-blooded elite, his presence marked a destiny both terrifying and inevitable—a path that would one day reach far beyond his home, to a planet trembling on the edge of ruin.
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The Dawn of Wamaro
Earth Year 9990. The world still bore the scars of the Revelation. Nine years had passed since the day when the skies burned with omens, when seas boiled, and when the cries of the fallen echoed across every continent. Nations had rebuilt, creatures had adapted, and life had pressed on—but the shadow of that catastrophe lingered, a reminder that peace was a fragile illusion.
In the quiet hours before dawn on a remote island, a new generation stirred. The Children of Ciboro, descendants of a lineage touched by both blessing and curse, slept unaware of the weight their blood would bear. Yet destiny had already marked one among them: Wamaro, firstborn of Carmella and Human Earth Ciboro, a child conceived in love but born into tragedy.
Sir Alexandre, stalwart guardian and mentor, shook the children awake. His voice was firm but tinged with weariness.
"Children of Ciboro, rise! Training awaits!"
Groans filled the room. Harris and Tatukwe clutched their blankets, resisting the pull of the morning. Jrazm, mischievous and irrepressible, struck them with a pot lid, laughter echoing against the walls. Endang called from the doorway: breakfast was ready. Wamaro, already awake, had gone outside, honing his body and mind beneath the rising sun.
These daily routines were their sanctuary, but even in these moments of relative calm, the past was never far. Carmella had seen it—the vision of the day tragedy struck their world. She had watched Human Ciboro fall, unable to alter fate, and had borne Wamaro in her final moments, infusing him with hope, with purpose. She had left behind a single command, a sacred vow:
"When you grow up, son, promise us—and your father—that you will change the bitter violence that has befallen this world."
Her words were heavy with loss and love, a torch passed to a child who would grow into legend. For Wamaro was more than a boy; he was the spark of possibility, the harbinger of change in a world teetering on the brink.
The Ciboros had long accepted the strange law of their lineage: to die was to crystallize, to remain as living monuments of their own mortality. Yet they longed for life, for normalcy, for the chance to defy the cruel fate that had claimed so many before them. And now, in the quiet before the storm, the winds shifted. The past tragedy had not been forgotten—it had been waiting.
A new era was beginning. The Children of Ciboro would rise, trained under Alexandre's vigilant guidance, untested yet destined for trials that would shape the fate of the world. They would face enemies beyond imagination, powers beyond comprehension, and choices that could either save or destroy everything.
Wamaro took his first steps into the sunlight. In his eyes glimmered the promise of a generation, a hope born from loss. And somewhere, unseen, destiny whispered, waiting for the moment when the world would demand a warrior born of both love and sacrifice.
The dawn of Wamaro had come.
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The Shattered Alliance of Algonquina
The sun had barely risen over the floating spires of Algonquina, yet the kingdom's peace was already fractured. Endang, the daughter of Ciboro, fluttered nervously, her delicate wings shimmering in the morning light. Unlike other Pixies, she was born of a forbidden love, and the low-class Ollette blood in her veins marked her as different. Her father's life had been tragically short, his body destined to become crystal, a sacrifice he made willingly to protect her and secure peace for the kingdom.
Before his final transformation, he had pleaded with Queen Highramaid.
"Please," he had whispered, clutching her hands, "accept my daughter. Forgive my wife for the sin of loving me. In exchange, I will bind my power to Algonquina and protect this kingdom with my very soul."
Highramaid had nodded, tears glinting in her eyes. "I will honor your wish. Endang shall be welcomed, and your wife forgiven. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
The day of celebration arrived, and the air was thick with hope. The Pixies of Algonquina gathered to honor the fallen Ciboro and welcome Endang into their ranks. Lady Ollette, radiant and overjoyed, embraced the queen.
But not everyone shared this sentiment. From the shadows, Queen Jahasra's eyes glinted with fury. "You're a disgrace to this kingdom!" she screamed, her hand moving faster than anyone could react. A sharp blade pierced Ollette's chest, silencing her jubilant laughter forever.
The kingdom gasped. Queen Highramaid staggered, unable to intervene in time.
"You dared to defy our sacred law," Jahasra hissed, her voice cold and lethal. "No Pixie may love outside their race. This is the consequence."
Endang's wings beat furiously as she tried to reach her mother, but she was held back by startled guards. "Mother! No!" her cry rang through the palace halls, a sound of innocence shattered by cruelty.
Jahasra turned to Highramaid, her eyes blazing. "Remember this, Highramaid. I will return, and every soul here will feel the weight of my revenge."
Highramaid, pale but resolute, raised her voice so all could hear. "You have committed a heinous crime. From this day forward, you and your followers are banned from entering Algonquina. Your name shall be hunted, and a reward shall be offered for your death."
With that, Jahasra vanished into the wind, leaving the kingdom in stunned silence. Those loyal to her had already departed, fracturing the fragile coalition that had once united Algonquina. Endang hovered over her mother's crystalline form, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the bitter reality set in: peace had been shattered, and vengeance now hung like a storm over the fairy kingdom.
Even Highramaid could do nothing but watch, powerless, as the threads of her carefully woven alliance unraveled.
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The Ocean's Legacy and the Eternal Bonds
Beneath the endless waves of Finsoro, Harris, the scaled son of Ciboro, lived a quiet life, unaware of the turbulent legacy that bound him. His father had loved fiercely, yet tragically, and the scars of that love rippled through the generations.
King Giichi's discovery of Harris's forbidden love with his daughter Arqualla sparked a storm of fury. The king decreed that both Arqualla and her beloved Ciboro be sentenced to death.
Desperation burned in Ciboro's heart. "Please… show mercy to Arqualla," he pleaded, voice strained with the weight of paternal devotion. "She carries our future—our child."
But the king's judgment was merciless. There was no leniency. With no other choice, Ciboro unleashed his abilities to protect his pregnant wife, whisking them away to the hidden depths of the ocean. For a brief moment, peace seemed possible. Yet, like all of his kind, Ciboro's life was fleeting. He passed away quietly, leaving Arqualla to bear their son, Harris, alone.
Alexandre took the child into his care, nurturing the boy as if he were his own. Meanwhile, Arqualla returned to confront the king. The ocean's fury surged in her veins, and in a battle of heart and will, she defeated him. Yet victory brought no freedom. Her father's death, a result of the struggle, cast an unyielding shadow upon her. Her actions, though borne of love, were deemed unforgivable.
"I chose to love despite every obstacle," Arqualla murmured, tears tracing lines down her cheeks. "Is it wrong to seek happiness over the rigid wishes of family? For this sin, I shall repent endlessly."
Her penance was eternal. Arqualla was imprisoned within the Dungeon of Eternity, a place from which no soul returned. Yet even in chains, she bore the remains of her beloved husband, crystallized, a silent testament to their love and sacrifice.
Elsewhere, the twins Jrazm and Tatukwe, children of Alexandre and Lady Ciboro, grew under his vigilant care. Lady Ciboro, whose beauty was said to captivate all who beheld her, had loved Alexandre for one reason alone: he alone was immune to her allure. Their love was rare, pure, and unwavering.
Tragically, Lady Ciboro's life was short. After giving birth to the twins, she succumbed to an unknown fate. Alexandre, unwilling to part with her entirely, concealed her body within Krystal and buried her alongside his sword, a promise of eternal remembrance.
"You will be forever in my heart, my sweetheart," Alexandre whispered, holding her hand until it faded completely into memory.
In the legacy of the ocean, love and loss intertwined. Life for the Ciboro was fleeting, yet their bonds endured, echoing through the generations, a reminder that even in the briefest of lives, love can carve an eternity.