On a raised platform, a kid no older than 15 could be seen kneeling. His jet black hair covering half his face.Behind that hair deep blue eyes could be seen. Hollow and empty staring at the floor.
Knights stood in both of his sides wearing shined white armour. On one hand they carried pure white shields with an emblem if a golden phoenix with it's wings spread out while the other hand rested calmly at the hilt of their swords. Their faces wore disgusted expressions while they gave the boy murderous glares.
Infront of them stood a crowd that streached so far that one would need to strain their eyes to see the end. All of them looking at the platform.
"Kill that bastard already and bring back the purity if our kingdom. " someone yelled
"Cut that head off. How can our great kingdom have such ugly existence. He should die. " a woman standing somewhere near the front shouted. Murder could be seen on all their eyes. They wanted nothing more than to kill the boy.
They boys' eyes held no emotion as if what was happening wasn't in any way involved with him. He kept staring down taking to no account what was happening. He had long since grown used to people looking at him with disgust. One could wonder what has a boy this age done to Soo many people making them want nothing but to kill him.
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15 years ago in the Solmire Dominion, a kingdom known for its birth of Light warriors,;a woman was in labour in one of the high duke houses, House Luminor.
It was the Dukes second wife: Lyra Merach.
'Push my lady. your almost there.' one of the maids said.
Soon a child came into the world with a loud cry presenting himself. But the atmostphere changed. All the maids looked at him with shock. It was known all over that anyone from from the high houses that is: the five dukes houses and the royal family all had the Royal elite bloodline of light. Each of them had eighther pale white hair or gold em hair for the ones with the most pure bloodline.
Accompanied by golden eyes, that's what made them sure to carry a high light mark during there awakening.
This was the world called Aetherion. A world where magic was possible. People could wield an energy called mana, and at the age of 15 get there mark showing what power they could wield. And in this kingdom the rulers and the high community wielded the Mark of light. Anyone who awakened his mark was called a Marked one.
Back in the delivery room silence was louder.
Everyone looked at the kid with deep black hair that was darker than the night sky and ocean blue eyes. Nothing like this had ever happened. This was taboo.He was supposed to have the key features of the duke but no he looked like someone had dipped his head in black oil.
As the kingdom of light anything that looked like it held any connection with the abyss was eliminated. Soo looking at the child they knew he was a stain in everything they believe, an anomaly in the kingdom of light.
Then a voice broke through. A man walked in. He was tall with golden hair falling loose over his shoulders. His golden eyes looked at the child as he advanced forward. The pressure coming from him made all the maids bow as low as they could.
"We greet the duke," they all said im practiced unison.
He was Joaquin Luminor, the Patriarch of the Luminor house a tier 9 human.
Marked ones were divided into tiers depending on their strengths. From tier one to tier nine with nine being the strongest any human has ever reached.
Each tier was divided into 3 stages.
Low- intermidiate - peak. The difference in each tier was vast and one couldn't advance easily. So the maids feeling his pressure felt like a mountain was on top of them, even though he wasn't really realising it.
Joaquin looked at the child, disgust evident on his face and said
"Kyle Luminor, that's the name," and with that he left the room.
That was when a child who knew nothing started to suffer for existing.
At three years old he was shut in a room forbidden from leaving it. They kept him alive hopping that during his mark awakening he would awaken a light mark but before then they couldn't show his face to the public. He was a stain in there house, one which would be disposed off if his use wasn't required.
Kyle at three years saw how people looked at him. From high ranking members of the family to the lowest.
'Filth I hope you die soon. " the maid who served him would say.
Being a child he would cry asking what he had done but only go one answer. " you wronged everyone for existing. If you can change that then do it," the maid said.
He was fed twice a day yet he was in one if the most wealthiest families in the kingdom.
He spent most of his time reading. The family had provided him with a tutor who couldn't care less about his progress so it was up to him to adjust.
At his sixth birthday that's when the bullying had began. His siblings led by his older brother Lucien who had already awakened his light mark with a tier 8 potential led them. They would beat him then afterwards use their healing potions to heal him.
It was torture. One day as they finished he asked them
" W-Why are you all doing this? I haven't done anything wrong. Please it hurts. Stop... stop...stop am begging you stop.
But what met him was another kick and laughter.
"what makes you think we will listen to you? What makes you think you vmcan talk to us? You filth. You are a stain. YIU shouldn't be alive and you are really lucky father said we should not kill you. You are really really lucky to even be here. I would have killed you a long time ago and rid the earth of you. "
Lucien said. His voice carrying no hint of lies.
Then a weak voice came. "F-father knows? Why isn't he stopping you. He knows how much you hurt me and still let's you. " Lucien looks at him and said
"You think he cares?? He doesn't even if I kill you now nothing will happen to me hahahah." with that he turned but as he reached the door he threw a healing potion at him and exited the room.
Behind him something in Kyle had broken. His eyes had turned hollow as he looked blankly at the potion infront of him. That was when a six years old was broken. From that day he no longer smiled, crowd or begged. Even when he wasn't given any food he never complained. He kept quiet, burying his emotions deep enough so that no one could hurt him.
Four years later he was ten.He learned that he had a fiancé. The kings youngest daughter who was to come visit the dukes house and meet him. Lucien had left for the academy so the beatings had somehow reduced.
As he received the news a faint hope rose from somewhere deep in his chest.
'She is meant to be my wife,she can't possibly hate me...right? '
he thought hoping to have at least someone who could love him. But realty was harsh.
He dressed up to meet up with her. though Kyle was a little skinny he tried his best. He shaved his overgrown hair and left his room. He was led to the garden and there he saw her.
The princess stood in the garden, her long golden hair catching the sunlight and falling in soft waves past her shoulders, her emerald eyes sharp and bright, holding a depth beyond her ten years, her small frame poised and elegant, the folds of her silken dress brushing the flowers at her feet, and even the breeze seemed to hesitate around her, lifting her hair just enough to make her shine like a being of light, beautiful, proud, and untouchable.
"wow ..." the words came out of his lips before he knew. Then with steady steps he approached her.
"H-hello my lady," he said with a slight bow she turned to face him fully.
"My name is Kyle- " but she interrupted
"I know who you are. I am Seraphina Suncrest," she said her voice low and beautiful " the fourth princess if the Solmire Dominion and you a stain , trash of the Luminor family am I correct?" her tone had shifted. It was arrogant carrying superiority as she looked at Kyle like he was garbage. It was surprising a ten year old carrying such hatred. " And what? am supposed to marry you? What was dad thinking when he planned this engagement. He could have at least waited for us to be here. Now look she said to herself.
Kyle was frozen. The hope that had risen fell back but this time deeper. He stared at her a little surprised. He had never met her but she hated him.
Seraphina turned and without another word left the garden leaving Kyle standing at the garden. Five years later he had grown. His features beginning to show. Tomorrow was when he awakens his mark.