The imperial library…
A 17 year old boy with black hair and slightly dull grey eyes, is sitting next to the shelf of history books, simply reading a book about the greatest individuals to have walked the face of the earth, some are citizens of Ceavaria, others were considered the kingdom's greatest threats.
There was no noise, complete silence other than the occasional flip of the page. Natural light shone from the glass ceiling, as the boy looked up to the sky he mumbled to himself, "It's midday already? Ugh… My neck…" as he felt his neck lock up after the continued reading with his head pointed down.
The boy stood up and started stretching his aching body, as he rolled up his dress shirt's white sleeves and dusted his navy pants he yawned. He has been in the library since 3 AM after giving up falling asleep.
"I guess I'll go eat lunch," he said to himself, patting his stomach. The door suddenly opened, from it entered the hand of the king, Aven Halveth. Wearing his usual military uniform hybrid - a tailored long coat in dark navy with iridescent silver thread running like constellations or circuitry, every line on the fabric looks like a map of a timeline or a battlefield schematic. His silvery long hair tied in a simple man bun. His usually calm and nonchalant white eyes appeared to be serious and Cold.
"Lord Soren, the king has summoned you to an audience." Aven said, his straight posture never breaking, with his hands behind his back. "Now? I'm starving!" Soren said jokingly, "My lord, please" Aven repeated, gesturing to Soren to step into the hallway, "Alright" Soren replied with a sigh.
As they walked past the murals on the walls, each showing the last generation of kings and queens. The long hallway ended after about 150 meters and Soren, as well as Aven walked out of the octagonal building and into the wide space, tiled with large stones, on that space trained the future commanders of the kingdom.
As the two exited the building, the audience chamber was revealed, a tremendous building designed like an ancient Greek temple with walls as tall as 3 elephants stacked on atop another. A mighty, dark wooden door reinforced with steel embedded in its front.
Surrounding this building were a dozen of octagonal buildings, each as large as the pentagon of the USA.
Inside the room were seated the council of the elders, as well as all the military executives, all of them were seated on the two sides of the chamber, in the back, on a raised platform, was a throne.
Made of black marble veined with white runes. The marble that made the back of the throne had large, glowing cracks that seemed as if the throne was struck by lightning for several years. On that throne was seated the king, Darius Willbeck.
Black, graying hair with dark blue eyes, a square jaw and a trimmed black beard. A medieval crown made of blackened silver atop his head. Wearing a white cape with silver shoulder pads, navy pants with a black shirt.
Aven made his way down the chamber and stood next to the king's throne. In the meantime, Soren kneeled in front of the thrones platform. "I greet the sun of the kingdom." he announced in a strong voice, neither yelling nor shouting, but just short of that.
"Soren, what are we going to do with you?" asked the king in a deep voice. "You have yet to form your world, I tell you this as your father. Get it together" he said, "since I care for you, I will let you tell me what to do to help you before I decide myself." The king gave Soren a powerful look. In turn, Soren simply looked at the ground. Not saying a thing.
The king sighed, "I see, then you leave me no choice. I Darius Willbeck, hereby command you, Soren Willbeck, third of your name, to leave the estate." he announced, his hand reaching forward. "With you, you may take the clothes on your body, the inheritance from your mother, and 3 other items of your choosing."
The room remained silent, the people inside it exchanging surprised looks. "I understand." said Soren, looking at the king with a determined look in his eyes. "I will return after obtaining my world and gaining achievements without using the Willbeck name." rising to his feet and giving the king a deep bow.
***
"My liege, are you certain of that decision?" Aven asked Darius after the audience ended. "Aven, I told you to call me by my name when we are alone" the king said, a tad annoyed, "But yes, I'm sure about it." he answered.
"But wouldn't it have been better to give him a teacher of some sorts?" Aven queried further.
"Aven, you have known him since he was born, so tell me, when did Soren learn more? by studying with a teacher and a syllabus? or when he was able to study by himself?" the king replied with a question of his own.
Aven seemed surprised, "I understand" he said "So you sent him away not because you can't' help him, but because you know that he will be able to achieve more on his own than you could ever try and get him to yourself"
"Precisely" said the king, "now all that is left is to watch him"
***
Soren knew immediately where he needed to go first, the leftmost octagon, the imperial treasury.
As he came near the entrance the two guards at the entrance bowed down to him. "Good Afternoon lord Soren, shall I guide you to your destination?" asked one of the guards, a young woman with brown hair and eyes named Johanna.
"No thank you, I am only here for one thing" Soren said with a warm smile. He indeed knew where to go, seeing as he came there at least twice a week.
He headed down the hallway splitting the building. To his right was a room filled with magical enhancement artifacts, from mana pool enlargement ring, to aether strengthening tiara. To his left was another room filled with weapons and armor, ranging from master-crafted swords to an ancient Morningstar found in an abandoned ruin.
However, Soren walked past all of those and headed to the room at the end of the hallway. It seemed as if that room was wide open, while the other rooms filled with countless artifacts and tools were locked with giant metal doors with a magical lock. The last room was wide open, or so it seemed.
Soren went inside that room, behind him sounded a soft female voice "Soren Willbeck, genetically approved." The room was under a heavy duty spell cast by a double U mage. The spell has a genetic pool inserted into a rune, and anyone not in the pool can not enter that room unless they themselves can overpower it.
In contrast to the heavily protected room, the only things that were in it were about 50 metal boxes, dustier than the space under your bed. Soren walked to a specific box that seemed to be cleaner than the rest.
In that crate were 3 objects of varying sizes, wrapped in a silky, red cloth. Soren reached for the rightmost one, a wooden box about a meter and 20 centimeters long. Inside that box were two old and rusty double-sided swords, each of them a bit more than a meter in length.
This was the inheritance left by Soren's mother, Cierra Ackons, known as the 'Amazon Queen'. She died in the last war, over 16 years ago. She passed before Soren was at the age to remember her, only a warm smile. He knew what she looked like from the portraits on the wall.
She was beautiful, thin yet athletic, deep red hair with grey eyes, just like Soren's own eyes. She fought with dual swords, ones very similar to the swords in the box. Her smile? warm and bright. Her personality? Kind and brave. Her might? One of the highest in the last century, ranking at an insane X.
The swords in the box weren't the swords she used in battle, those were hung under her portrait. The swords in the box were what she left as her inheritance to the kingdom. And so were all the other boxes, not all of them were from her, the other boxes were from the past kings and queens.
In the Ceavaria kingdom, a ruler leaves their inheritance to the royal family, meaning each one of the imperial family may try and claim them, however, most of those items were magical items, most of which had an ego and only selected those who were worthy to use them, giving the rest tests and punishments.
The rusted swords were ones just like that, however, those swords were found in an underwater ancient ruin by Cierra in her youth, she tried all of her life to use them, to no avail. Every time anyone tried lifting them up, they were given a constant state of overwhelming senses. Everything being brighter, louder, and heavier to an insane degree.
And seeing as no other member of the current imperial family was able to claim those swords, Soren was allowed to take them. The king probably let him do so because of a couple reasons.
First, he was the only one to pass the swords' first test, rather than being overwhelmed, he was shocked, as if by a lightning bolt.
Secondly, every member of the imperial family as well as special people selected by the king is able to take at least one of the items. The king himself has "The Cloak Of The Strategist", the cape of Jordan "The Queen Of War" who was one of the greatest known leaders.
Thoren, the first prince, has taken "The Eye Of The Storm", the chest plate of Calum "The Last Thunder".
Reina, the first princes, has taken "The Sword Of A Mage", a grimoire written by Jason "The Aegium of Unwritten Truths"
And so on and so forth.
The third reason is that the king is aware of the sentimental value the swords hold in Soren's eyes. They are the only connection he has with his mother.
Other than the box holding his mother's inheritance, Soren took 2 other things. The first, a training tool, a tool made of a hardwood of some sorts and has a spell cast on it so it can shape itself into whatever the user wants it to be. be it a simple sword, a dozen throwing daggers, a greatsword or a bow with wooden arrows.
The second item is a magic messenger bag that can hold up to 50 times its size without affecting the weight of the bag.
The third and final item is a book with a list of the kings and queens of the kingdom, their worlds and their principals, their achievements, their nicknames and more.
Soren felt prepared to leave, as he walked to the entry gate, a giant arch made of white marble with golden, glowing words floating around it. Each of those moved and occasionally formed a sentence with other words, those sentences made a blessing for the one leaving to have a successful adventure.
Under the arch was Aven, the hand of the king. "Goodluck" he said, his white eyes honest and king, he smiled at Soren and gave him a small leather pouch that had a few gold, silver and copper coins. "I gave enough so that it won't seem like you are different, just another youngster who pulled his savings to experience the world." Aven explained.
"I see," Soren said as he put it into his bag where he stored all of the other things he took, "Thank you." Soren said with a small bow. "And give my thanks to my father as well" he said as he passed Aven. they each went their own ways, Aven to the audience chamber, and Soren Down the flattened mountain he called his home.