Azrael's POV
I stood on the balcony overlooking the yard Arianna was currently practicing in. It has only been a week but Arianna his made considerable progress.
I had to admit she was right about being a fast learner.
She is now able to create a portal in a five seconds timespan but was facing difficulty at having complete control on her choice of destination.
I continued to stare at her. Her silver hair was particularly ostentatious under the late afternoon sun, her forehead was glistening, covered in sweat.
She was absolutely stunning, and mine.
I knew she was mine the first time I saw her, that was eleven ago when I went back to Mythica from the inbetween.
Mythica was the name of the world Arianna and I came from.
The first time I came here was when I was ten years old. That was almost two centuries ago.
My full name is Azrael Damien Drako from the royal bloodline of the dragons.
I was the first prince born during a lunar eclipse at the exact moment the worlds were being split.
I was born with my full soul which meant the real me only existed in the real world.
Some of my powers, I theorized, came from that instance.
You see from the Drako bloodline descended the protectors and guardians of the inbetween.
They are princes—usually the first born child of the king—blessed with the power to access the inbetween. They guide the chosen one who had the power to traverse the world.
However, the power and glory slowly declined and after, it was labeled a myth.
For hundreds of years before me, the power seemed to fade with each generation.
The inbetween first existed to provide knowledge that would help maintain balance in the world.
The last guardian, a dragon was said to have appeared a millennia ago.
Only a royal has the chance to shift into a dragon.
But dragons were even rarer now than it was when the Drako bloodline was strong. There hadn't been a dragon since the last guardian.
I never fully believed the existence of the inbetween until I happened across a way to it myself.
~flashback~
I was ten and was down with a very bad fever. It was bad that it went on for days.
I remembered seeing my parents worried faces while I slipped in and out of consciousness with no sense of time.
Do when I woke up I wasn't sure what time or day it was, all I knew was that it was midnight and everywhere was silent.
I was extremely parched and starving. I might have just woke up from sleep but I felt lethargic.
There was nobody in the room with me but a glass of water was left on the bedside table.
I drank the entire content of the glass but it was not enough to quench my thirst.
I slipped out of bed and made my way towards the door. I wanted to get something to eat.
I cracked the door open and peered out. The hallway was empty and dark.
I opened the door wider and stepped out into the hall and carefully continued down towards the kitchen, my feet padded softly on the floor.
I walked down the circular staircase and maneuvered around furnitures with ease through the darkness.
I made it to the kitchen and got myself another glass of water and some food. It was not much but it did satiate my hunger.
I made to go back to my room but a sudden shift in energy made me pause.
I sensed the sudden appearance of a powerful object. It seemed to be stronger as I walked closer to the stairs.
I walked to where the energy felt concentrated until I was behind the stairs.
It was too dark so I tapped into my manna core and brought forth my magic in the form of a small flame barely filling my palm.
I used it illuminate my surroundings and managed make out a door. It was erected with an arch on top of it that had some engravings on it.
The door looked to be made of dark wood. It had a black door knob that housed a circular red gem at the middle.
The door was simple yet it exuded a high manna intensity.
Something was off about the door, and it was not just the fact that it lacked a keyhole.
I made the flame burn brighter and brought it closer to the door to examine it clearly.
Several minutes passed and I remained as clueless as I was before —maybe even more so.
I decided to try opening it and find the what was behind it.
I reached out my hand hoping that the door was somehow unlocked, that by pure luck the door would open. I guess luck wasn't always in my side.
I guess curiosity really did kill the cat.