The Crossbreed

Thousands of thousand years ago, when the world is still young, a certain Utopia rises in the vast seas above the horizon. It omits a luminous light that allures different creatures –giants, beasts, fairies, angels, demons, werewolves and even humans, millions of miles away. It was a strong kingdom showered with prosperity. However, the people live in conflict. Everyone wants to stand out more than anyone in wits and in power, and so, an internal war occurs. Thousands have died and the world went into chaos. The throne of the Ultimate was threatened. Other lands join forces trying to conquer the crown. But, the Ultimate King was a freak keen. Before everything turns into a burning hell, he divided the utopia into three realms: the Burgh Xelestia which comprise the Lightens, the Neitheria which holds the Darkens, and the Alluvium which contains the Mortals. The Lightens are monstrous beings who fed on flesh and blood. They are wild humanlike pale creatures with bloodl

"Become my wife?", Aria pushes the hunk man away from her with full desperation. She cannot find any words to say about what the man has just said. "Who the hell are you?" "Me?--Can't you tell where you are right now?" The man sits on a chair surmounted by a canopy, and set on a dais-like golden walnut seat characterized by a raveled carving of a wolf stamping on its preys. The man lays his head on his wrist crossing his legs and looks at Aria in the eyes. "Now... Can you already tell who you are talking to?" Aria bluntly lays an eye on the man shortly and instead, let her eyes explore the entirety of the room. She notices the structure of the room clearly as the once dark, now lit up place displays its form. "You're kidding, right? I can't--" Aria feels devastated realizing the situation she got into. The room is classic and meticulous with the round red king bed placed on the center and the King's

The blast whirl of sand blows down the empty land of south Neitheria. The place is arid, dusty, and dry. The voice of the harsh winds echo through the unseen horizon beyond the starry night with only the smiling moon as its light. Behind these spectacular view, seven shadows of people in red cloaks are sighted standing in the middle of the borders… “What a sight! They really are going all out tonight, huh?” “Hey, are you hiding with your tail in front, Matt?” “NO! You should be—“ “Everyone…” “ARE YOU READY TO RUN WILD?” The six look at the person in their middle with adornment. It was Conri in his werewolf form, whitest and mischievous looking at the battalion of Lighten armies. “Now…”, he raises both of his hands heightening the excitement everyone is feeling. “Let’s run free!”--- Everyone scatters shouting from the ends of their breath. Each of Conri’s squad take on one army on their own and face them with bewilderment. On th

Aria has been longing for love and belongingness ever since she was a child. She wanders and wanders, hoping that someone will accept her despite her appearance and curse. When King Conri said that he wanted to marry her and become his wife, a part of heart flatters in the calmest way. It feels like an old thorn was pulled out of her numb emotions. For the first time, for sixteen years, Aria feels happy.Yet..."ARIA! What did you do?""C-conri...I-I..." Weaken by her fading energy source, Aria tries to stand up and speak to Conri who's carrying the two young mortals to his arms in distressed. It is evident in his eyes the disappointment and anger towards the maiden in front of him, struggling to make her stance. But what Conri saw already tells everything. His heart and mind already close its doors to listen to her talks.Conri walks back to the castle quilted. Nevertheless, he still took a glimpse of Aria in his peripheral view. She's crying rivers, mum

It is time for Aria to ready herself for the upcoming wedding. It's been weeks after the incident in the west woods and Conri is still on the dark cold mode. Lucia and Annie are no longer serving her but she is trying to get in touch with them. She always asks the other servants where the two young maidens are transferred yet no one would even answer her.Today is her fitting day. The fairies of the eastern borders have come to the castle to take her measurements. The fairy of Rose is the one making her veil. The fairy of Marygold will be for her upper garments and the fairy dust for the lower garments. The dwarves are also there. Their work is to make the perfect shoes for the new queen of Neitheria. "It seems to be so busy today, right Rosie?""I can't wait to see her wear the dress made by our race.""21...30...16...24-""Bring it here! Yeah! That! That one!"The whole castle is in absolute mess. A lot of darkens has al