Galaxy – Klodra M30
Planet – Arthoje
Main Hero – Skodar Vakhas
Age – 16
Species – Vakhas
Chapter 1 – Slavery
The narrow, filthy alleyway of Taksipa City echoed with cries of suffering. Countless Vakas were locked inside rusted cages—some weeping quietly, some half-dead, some missing hands or legs, some begging for the mercy of death. Their thin blue bodies trembled in fear as buyers inspected them like livestock.
Kolar Karthos, a member of the Yunvarn species, moved from cage to cage with a bored expression. Yunvarn were medium-level warriors—tall, with glowing red skin, standing around 5.5 feet. Armed and strong, they had long earned a reputation for cruelty.
Today, Kolar was buying slaves.
And today, that meant Vakas.
The seller, Kharsokos Vlas from the Varikdar species, waited impatiently. The Varikdar were tall—6.1 feet—violet-skinned traders known for dealing in slaves, tools, and anything that made profit.
Kolar tossed him a bag containing 12 thaks, and in return Kharsokos handed over all the Vakas.
Kharsokos asked, "Who's coming to the Hunting Arena this time?"
Kolar replied, "All royal family War Masters will attend."
Kharsokos' eyes widened. "Then the winning prize must be huge."
Kolar smirked. "The winner receives Genes Amplifier Liquid."
Kharsokos gasped. "Oh my… the champion will gain unimaginable benefits."
(For reference: 1 rilz = 1000 genes; 1 gene = 10,000 beaks; 1 beak = 100,000 thaks.)
Kolar began loading the caged Vakas onto the hovercart—a floating mini-truck powered by White Energy Stones. Their world used five types of stones:
White (low), Orange (medium), Yellow (high), glowing Purple, and Black—the rarest and strongest tier.
Once loaded, Kolar activated the hovercart, rising into the air as the slaves sobbed inside.
The Hunting Arena was 12 sudis away.
Two Suvadis Earlier
Location: Mohsi Village — Skodor's home
South of the Gogasi Continent, deep inside the wild forest region known as Wakasda.
Skodor lived here with his younger brother and grandmother. Vakas believed in devotion and family above all else. They worshipped Vaktari, protector of life.
Skodor's brother, Sokudor, was 12 years old, thin and small—2.11 feet, 12 kg.
Their grandmother, Makosra Vakas, leader of Mohsi Village, was 35 years old.
Early Morning — Start Aotam Season
Small farms stretched across the village as the Vakas worked peacefully.
Skodor and Sokudor played Khokad, a traditional trust-based game.
One Vakas had to stand on another's shoulders with eyes covered, using only voice directions to catch a tiny flying creature called Flaitot—a 12 mm insect that laid 1200 eggs at once.
"Little bochoko! One is above your head!" Skodor shouted. "Left—no, not your left—your face!"
Confused, Sokudor lost balance and fell, but Skodor quickly caught him.
Sokudor pouted. "Big bochoko… I couldn't catch even one."
Skodor smiled. "Because you're still small."
Sokudor puffed his cheeks. "Even if I'm small, I'm still your brother!"
Skodor laughed and lightly tapped his head. Sokudor yelped and ran, Skodor chasing him.
They ran until they reached the center of the village, where the Temple of Vaktari stood. It wasn't very large, but still bigger than all village houses.
Sokudor hid behind Makosra, and Skodor followed him inside.
Makosra asked, "Did you finish the work I told you?"
Skodor nodded and handed her a pouch woven from Hudoj-pad leaves—long, rectangular leaves collected in pat-char season and used for clothes, baskets, and tools.
Inside the pouch was the offering—Parok fruit, red-yellow and sweet, believed to be Vaktari's favorite.
Makosra placed the fruit before the altar and began to chant:
"Oh Vaktari, grant us protection. Keep disasters away. Bring joy and wipe our sorrows. Oh Vaktari, bless our land with greenery."
Skodor and Sokudor repeated after her.
After the prayer, Sokudor asked quietly, "Grandma… who is Vaktari?"
Makosra stared at him. "Why suddenly this question?"
Sokudor lowered his head. "I wanted to ask long ago… but never got a chance."
Makosra smiled softly. "You've grown up. You deserve to know."
She looked at Skodor.
"You remember when you asked me the same question?"
Skodor nodded. "Yes, Grandma. I remember it clearly."
And so began the story of Vaktari.
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END OF CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2- THE Forgotten Bloodline