《Those Who the Gods Fear》


 Prologue

    <h2>I can see mana</h2>


    In this world, mana flows like water in the deep sea. It ripples, twists, dives, and soars. It encircles, surmounts, unites, and diffuses, creating a never-ending dance. This is a world of magic where magicians reign supreme. They are revered and honored. However, the ability to use magic is a rare gift, and not everyone is fortunate enough to possess it. Surprisingly, those without the ability to use magic may be the lucky ones.


    Rupert can be considered one of the unlucky majority, unable to use magic in the traditional manner. Yet, an unusual event was now unfolding: he, the one who should not have been able to harness magic, was now teaching magic to the current era''s lord of the demons - the beings most attuned to the flow of mana. Her name was Faiger Sloth; despite being one of the oldest beings to exist, older than humanity itself, she appeared no different from a young human girl in her 20s. Her face was ordinary - not lacking beauty, but her demeanor was certainly unladylike. She acted coarse and blunt, yet her eyes remained animated and curious. With her snow-white hair and unnaturally light-colored eyes, standing at about 5 feet 7 inches, she moved around like a little kid, which gave her a strangely unusual appearance.


    "Magic is a complex art," Rupert began, "everyone begins the same, but as their abilities grow, the possibilities become vast. Some may specialize in a single element, while others can combine two or more elements to create intricate spells and more."


    "Teacher, teacher, me, me!", the eager demon lord raised her hand and interrupted.


    Rupert sighed, "You''re the only one here, you know."


    Faiger persisted, "I know you can combine magic from different elements, something that even us demons can¡¯t do, but what is ''more'' than that?"


    "We''ll discuss that some other day. For now, let''s focus on understanding what mana truly is," Rupert replied.


    In this world, mana existed in the form of various elements, each with its own fundamental nature. These diverse elements possessed distinct properties, overlapping like waves upon waves within the vast expanse of magical essence: some could manipulate energy, others had the power to create and destroy, while a few controlled space or manipulated time.


    Calling them elements might not be correct in the traditional sense. For example, people in this world thought of Fire as an element. However, Rupert knew that the true nature of mana wasn''t just limited to burning; in fact, it could be broadly thought of as an interaction with the amount of energy.  The lack of proper understanding of the nature of mana and the true capabilities of magic, and was in Rupert''s opinion, the biggest gap in knowledge in this world.


    "Teacher, before that, I know you are the only one who can see mana. Before meeting you, I thought humans could only interact with one type of magic, unlike us demons who can interact with all types," Faiger pondered.


    "That''s what I was getting to," Rupert said cutting her off. "The belief that only thirty percent of humans can use magic is a misconception. In truth, everyone likely possesses the potential to use magic, but only around thirty percent have a body composition that allows them to interact with one specific type of element. This limitation confines them to specialize in that one form. The rest, however, have compositions that enable them to interact with more than one type of element. Sadly, this world lacks the knowledge and techniques to harness that potential, leading them to believe they can''t use magic at all. It''s a sorrowful fate for those whose potential remains untapped."


    Rupert, the human magician with a unique ability to see mana, and Faiger, the demon lord, his curious student, were holding this ¡°session¡± just outside the Imperial capital of the largest and most perilous empire in the world. Even calling it an empire might be a disservice, for its power and influence surpassed conventional boundaries. Baani Invictia it was called, and it stood for one reason only. To eliminate the hatred and racism that existed between all the different races of the world.


    Baani Invictia was a mighty empire that comprises four diverse and vibrant Kingdoms:


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    <li>Quiverron - The Kingdom of Beasts and Demi-humans: This domain is governed by an elder dragon, known for her indomitable strength and fearlessness. Within its borders reside a variety of beastkins, including dragonewts, and demi?humans such as dwarves, merfolk, and witches.</li>


    <li>Whispersong - The Kingdom of Elves, Fairy Kin, and Dryads: Under the rule of the High Tryent, an ancient and wise tree spirit, this enchanting realm is home to elves, fairies, spirits, and dryads. The elves embody beauty and grace, while the fairies exude mischievous playfulness. The revered dryads serve as the forest''s guardians, communicating with the very essence of nature.</li>


    <li>Cognoscia - The Kingdom of Undeads: Ruled by a High Lich, this mysterious kingdom is inhabited by vampires, ghosts, zombies, skeletons, and phantoms. The air is thick with restlessness and shadows.</li>


    <li>Partisita - The Kingdom of Humans: King Janleva Ringlrebro, known for his caring nature and fairness, rules this realm. With its diverse cultures, Particia stands as the most heterogeneous of the four kingdoms. Humans here are celebrated for their resourcefulness and adaptability, embodying the balance between the other three domains.</li>


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    Indeed, the sprawling empire of Baani Invictia, bound by the four Kingdoms and led by Emperor Rupert Laazim and the Senate of Just Four, embodies a realm where hope and dread, life and death, coexistence and diversity entwine to form an extraordinary tapestry of wonder and challenge. As a beacon of harmony and equilibrium, the empire strives to maintain a delicate balance that shall shape the destiny of the entire realm.


    <h2>I am a maid</h2>


    In a serene and tranquil forest, nestled in another corner of the world, the deep hours of the night belong to nocturnal creatures seeking their prey. Tall trees and thick undergrowth with only the moon and stars providing a faint glimmer of light made the forest dark and mysterious. An eerie calmness hung in the air as if every living being understood the consequences of breaking the silence ¨C the first to make a sound would be at a loss; for the predators that meant losing their dinner, but for the prey, their very life was on the line. This tense standstill gripped the entire woodland.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Suddenly, a loud thud shattered the silence, setting off an alarm that resonated throughout the forest. The intrusion compelled every creature to break its hush, resulting in a cacophony of screeches and roars, marking the end of their silent agreement. The thud transformed into a low, rumbling growl, which, to a human ear, might have resembled the sound of a golem wagon hurtling through the forest.


    Golem wagons are like horse-drawn carriages, just without the horses. They are magical devices (automata) that move on their own as long the mana-gathering devices within them are active. Depending on the type, they could either be driven by a trained driver, or they could be ordered to move to a particular location, and they would drive themselves.


    The wagon responsible for the commotion earlier was of the second kind, though visually unlike any other. It was a strange and unsettling sight, made of dark wood and iron and adorned with peculiar symbols. It emanated a sinister aura. Inside it, women and girls of different ages were seated, packed together on the floor. As the strange sound approached, it mingled with the cries of terrified creatures of the forest and the heartfelt prayers of frightened young women. They were dressed in what resembled beautiful maid uniforms, but their true fate was far darker. Shackles bound their hands, and slave collars adorned their necks. That''s what they were, slaves bound to their masters ¨C having no freedom to even breathe unless their masters allowed so.


    Among them was Sierra, a young girl who had just turned 16 but looked somehow older. With dark brown hair cascading like curls, giving her an appearance of nobility. Her clothes, though similar to the others, didn¡¯t quite suit her. She was seated in the corner. Her arms wrapped around her knees, and her head hung in the space between her arms. Her face, if it were visible, would reveal fear and desperation as she clung to a single hope and fervently prayed.


    ¡°Dear God if you can hear me. Let this wagon plunge into a canyon, throw a lightning bolt at it, or burn it with your almighty fire! Whatever it takes, destroy it, and us with it.¡±, she prayed. She was not alone, everyone seemed to have the same feelings as they knew that the fate that awaited them was far worse than death.


    Suddenly, as if in response to their prayers, the racing wagon collided with an obstacle, sending everyone flying as it got destroyed. At that moment, Sierra and the others believed their prayers had been miraculously answered, but they soon realized their fate hadn¡¯t changed. They were falling, awaiting the relief of death, but instead, they landed on a giant creature that broke their fall. Sierra came to a startling realization: a young dragon had fallen from the sky right in front of the wagon. Unable to avoid the collision, the wagon rammed into its body, getting utterly destroyed in the process. Now, the women lay upon the dragon, unharmed.


    The dragon stirred, letting out a mighty roar that terrified the women. After the roar subsided, the dragon gazed directly at Sierra, its eyes seemingly filled with loneliness.


    ¡°You seek death too, I see. But I won¡¯t let you die. You¡¯ll survive.¡±, Unfazed, Sierra began a peculiar dance?like movement, casting a spell. The other slaves stared wide-eyed, knowing what was happening. Sierra was performing a healing spell. ¡°Let your ailments drown ¨C Cure!¡± she yelled, and a white light enveloped the dragon. It jerked up as if finally emerging from an ocean to breathe.


    ¡°There, your injuries are gone now, but you still need energy, right? Eat me! With this collar and shackles, I have no life ahead of me. So, do it and survive!¡± Sierra stood fearlessly before the dragon, a smile on her face despite the dire situation.


    <h2>I am money</h2>


    "Thorn Hangfruit is my name ¨C and it''s an honor to be in your presence, Your Supreme Highness," Thorn said with a nod and a friendly grin.


    King Janleva Ringlrebro maintained his composure despite the strange sight in front of him, and asked, "And what brings you to our kingdom, Thorn?"


    Thorn shrugged, " So, the reason I''m here? Simple, your highness. I wanna be filthy rich. But turns out you gotta work for that. But hey, I''ve heard you guys - I mean, you and your Highness¡¯s crew - are great trade partners, so here I am!¡±


    The king raised an eyebrow, almost amused by Thorn''s demeanor. "Indeed, we do engage in prosperous trade here. But tell us, what goods do you intend to trade?"


    Thorn scratched his head, "Well, I''m not exactly sure yet. I''m open to anything that turns a profit, ya know? Flexibility is the key to success!"


    The king¡¯s expressions remained unchanged. "Very well. By the way, how did you manage to find your way into our court?"


    Thorn panicked, ¡°Ah! You can cook me or boil me, but I am no snitch! ¡­ your Highness¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s Good!", The king nodded, "Guards, take him away and cook and boil him!¡±


    As the guards, who were also getting tired of this charade, started to take him away, Thorn started to panic again ¨C


    ¡°Wait¡ªwait, I said!! Your Highnessness, please have mercy!!!¡±


    "It''s ¡°your Highness¡± ¡± The King sighed, intrigued by Thorn''s audacity, ¡°Guards, hold your actions. Now, let¡¯s hear what you have to say" he commanded.


    Thorn let out a sigh of relief, "Phew, thanks, man. I appreciate the chill vibes."


    The king arched an eyebrow, "Chill vibes, you say?"


    "Yeah, your Highendness, I think I have said what I wanted to... So, you okay with me trading right? " Thorn replied with a grin.


    "And why should we do that? "


    "I am lucky you know" Thorn, oozing confidence, took out a piece of paper from his pocket ¨C his oracular report. He handed it to the king''s courtier, who then presented it to the king.


    The king glanced over the paper and remarked, "Ah, such a high luck. No wonder we had a hard time deciding your fate. Very well, Thorn, we shall trust this report. But be aware, you are to return and report on how your trade is progressing."


    Thorn beamed, "You got it, Your Highnestleness! I''ll make sure this partnership is a win-win for both of us."


    He bowed with a theatrical flourish and turned around to leave. As he was about to leave the King¡¯s earshot, he heard him say, ¡°Where did you say you hail from?¡±


    He turned around, facing the King, ¡°Harmonia¡±, he said


    The King almost jumped up from his throne and said wide-eyed, ¡±Harmonia, you say!¡±


    Everyone in the court had a similar expression. His prime minister, Lord Laazim, stepped forth, ¡°That¡¯s a bold claim youngin¡¯. Harmonia was destroyed by demons some 20 years ago, wasn¡¯t it.¡±, he said, his sharp eyes trained on Thorn as if attempting to gaze in his very soul.


    Thorn shrugged, ¡°I said I was lucky din¡¯ I. It¡¯s true I am a survivor of that Harmonia.¡±


    The prime minister didn¡¯t look away, ¡°I see, well we will soon know if you are lying or not. Guards, take this man away and lock him up on suspicion of being a demon.¡±


    ¡°Wait!! Wait I said! You have seen my report, you know I am Human. It says so right there - row 1 column 2; race: Human. Hey Highbrewness, you can read right?¡±


    The King banged his scepter on the floor. ¡°Enough of this ruse. We will ascertain the truth our own way. This is Partisita, know that if you speak the truth, we shall cherish and protect your words as we would our life, and if you lie, we will eat your soul even if we have to fight the world. ¨C ¡°


    ¡°But ¨C-¡°


    ¡°No matter! We have laid the decree. You shall face the Observer and the Recorder. Guards! Take him away and administer justice for all!¡±


    Thorn fell on his back, wide?eyed and mouth agape, as a loud cheer echoed in the courtroom.


    ¡°What just happened?¡±

 Sierra

    The world is divided into three major continents. The central one is the largest, comprising of diverse landscapes of mountains, deserts, forests, plains, valleys, and lakes. This vast expanse houses many nations and developed regions, making it the heart of civilization. To the east lies a lesser-explored continent that recently gave rise to a new Empire known as Baani Invictia. Dominated by imposing mountains and nestled within a crescent of peaks, this land is home to the Empire''s Capital City, Arcandia. The eastern continent''s size may be small, but the Empire it houses has stretched across the thousands of islands scattered between it and the central landmass, forming a vital trade network that includes the Kingdom of Partisita.


    The northern continent, on the other hand, is often called the forbidden domain, and not much is known about it.


    Within the central continent''s eastern coast, bustling human settlements thrive, collectively known as the merchant federation. While not officially federated, they contribute significantly to trade and commerce. Moving inward, the landscape is dominated by five major powers. Three human Kingdoms occupy the central belt, encompassing lush lands teeming with water, agriculture, and industry. Along the north and east frontier, Indivna stands as the world''s largest country, known to be ruled by the gods themselves. Although geographically close to the forbidden domain, a vast ocean separates the two realms. South of Indivna lies the smallest nation in the world, the castled realm of the Dwarves, known as Collasta.


    Sierra was born and raised in one of the villages belonging to the merchant federation. Her childhood, like that of any other child, revolved around learning, playing, and the simple joys of life. When she turned twelve, she was brought by her father to the local temple for her oracular record to be divined.


    ¡°Ratho son of Tharum ¨C what have you come for today?¡±, said the hunchbacked old priest, who despite his advanced age, still jumped to the podium before speaking. His face looked deceptively young. The only sign of his age was the lump in his back.


    ¡°Father, I have come today to have my daughter¡¯s oracle drawn. By the grace of the gods, she has turned twelve this year. I have given my offerings and I beg of you to pray for happy tidings!¡±, Sierra¡¯s father Ratho ¨C a giant and rugged man, spoke nonetheless like a noble would. He was an educated man, known for his business sense. In his line of work, he met a lot of nobles and people of high status, so knowing how to talk was probably a prerequisite.


    In this world, for commoners who didn¡¯t have last names, it was normal for the first child to add the last syllable of one of their parents to their name. Girls usually had names ending in ¡®aa¡¯ and ¡®ii¡¯ sounds and boys usually had ¡®o¡¯ and ¡®nn¡¯ sounds at the end. Sierra''s name too ended with ''ra'' from her father''s name, as was customary for the first?born girls in this world.


    The priest looked at the usher, who nodded to the priest, showing the silver he had collected.


    ¡°Very well! Let us adjourn to God¡¯s sanctum¡±


    The three of them moved to an adjoined room. Calling it a room might be wrong though, it was a circular structure, with walls enclosing it. It was about 20 ft in height, but the most obvious omission was that it didn¡¯t have a roof. There were no windows and only one door that led back to the church. In the center was a small pond. There was no obvious source of water, but it is said that it never emptied or got dirty.


    ¡°Sierra my child, this is the holy atrium which we call the God''s sanctum. Use this water to cleanse your body. Haari, help her¡±, the priest turned to a plain-looking nun standing at the door, ¡°Ratho, let us give Sierra some privacy.¡±


    The priest turned back after giving such advice to Sierra, bringing Ratho with him. They exited the atrium, and then the church. The church was a beautiful old building built on a small hill overlooking the village. From the courtyard, you can observe all of the landscape up to the ocean in the distance.


    ¡°Father,¡± Ratho looked uneasy, ¡°Why do we pray to Gods? Is it just because of the oracle?¡±


    ¡°What are you saying Ratho? Of course, it¡¯s because the Gods keep the demons at bay. If it weren¡¯t for them, those beings would have long invaded these lands from the north. It is Indivna ¨C the holy lands of God that are the barrier between us and demons.¡±, replied the priest looking out towards the ocean.


    ¡°But why pray? Are Gods so powerless that they can¡¯t destroy a few demons without our help?¡±


    ¡°I am going to stop you right there Ratho! Somethings you don¡¯t say. The Gods don¡¯t need us, we need them, and you would do well to remember that!¡±Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ¡°But father ¨C did you not hear about Baani Invictia? I have heard about it from the merchants. If the Gods protect us at central, who protects them? Why are they allowed to break all the taboos? They mingle with the beasts and even the undead, freely calling it an alliance, yet have no protection from the divine! Why don¡¯t demons attack them?¡±


    ¡°And who says they wouldn¡¯t?¡±


    ¡°But father-¡°


    ¡°That¡¯s enough Ratho. It is not our place to speculate. Let us pray before you leave and ask for forgiveness.¡±


    Ratho still looked uneasy but kept quiet. After a few minutes, Haari the nun walked out of the church, ¡°everything is prepared, father¡±


    ¡°Then let us begin. Haari, join us, we will need your support, Ratho, you should stay outside --¡°, the priest thought for a second, ¡°rather, I would suggest you take this time to pray and repent at the altar. Speak from the heart, your sorrow will definitely reach the divine.¡±


    ¡°Yes, father,¡±, Ratho said, lowering his head.


    Ratho, moved to the altar as he was told while the priest and Haari moved to the atrium at the back to receive the oracle. He knelt in front of the sacred orb, which lay at the center of the church. Benches were placed all around it in a circular fashion. The orb was as tall as a small child and floated on top of the altar. It was grayish brown but almost seemed like a living thing ¨C its sides were adorned with pictures of epic battles between the gods and the demons. The pictures were stacked in layers from the top to the bottom, and rotated slowly, as did the orb but in the opposite direction. The pictures kept changing over time and no one had ever seen the same picture twice. This spoke volumes on the scale of the battle between the gods and demons.


    Even this majestic sight wasn¡¯t enough to melt Ratho¡¯s heart though, which had been fed the seed of doubt by anarchist merchants telling tales of Baani Invictia. He dreamt of going there and seeing its magnificence by his own eyes.


    But right now, he tried to put those thoughts to the side, looked sincerely at the orb and said, ¡°Gods! What are we to do? Do you intend to let us pray forever? I am grateful for your beneficence, but I can¡¯t imagine what you want by enforcing these taboos. Why is Baani Invictia more prosperous than our lands despite their blasphemy and disobedience? Why God- ¡°


    ¡°It is because the Gods forgive of course.¡± Ratho looked behind and saw a Cardinal.


    Every couple of years, a person is born among the humans, and humans alone, who can talk to the gods directly. These individuals are invited to live in Indivna by the gods and are allowed to settle in the holy land.


    ¡°A Cardinal?¡± Ratho hurriedly turned towards him and bowed deeply, ¡°What brings an agent of God to our lowly village, my lord?¡±


    The Cardinal smiled, ¡°We are all agents of Gods of course!¡±, he walked slowly towards Ratho. ¡°We were divined by the Gods and have come because something interesting might happen of course. Do you intend to see the magnificence of the Gods? Perhaps you should settle with us and watch? You would say yes, of course?¡±


    ¡°Cardinal Jova! Why invite this ruffian?¡±, a handmaiden of the Cardinal who stood with her eyes downcast and her hands neatly perched in her front said so arrogantly.


    ¡°Ruffian, you say? Perhaps you should take that poker and burn our eyes!¡± Cardinal Jova pointed towards the fireplace at the corner. ¡°You don¡¯t trust our merit, of course?¡± he sneered at the handmaiden in an intimidating tone.


    He was a young man with blond hair, and a beautiful, albeit a feminine face. At 5 feet 9 inches he was relatively tall for his age. His pure white robes were decorated with red colored patterns along the front.


    ¡°No, no, I merely thought the Cardinal shouldn¡¯t waste his time, but I would never dream of objecting to your revelations!¡±, the handmaiden cried


    ¡°But of course!¡±, he turned back to Ratho, ¡°You would join us, would you not?¡±


    ¡°Yes, of course¡±, Ratho couldn¡¯t help but repeat Cardinal Jova¡¯s catchphrase, but he was careful not to imitate his tone, lest his anger gets directed at him.


    Together both of them took a bench in front of the altar, the handmaiden stood by the side, seeming annoyed at Ratho who so casually sat next to the Cardinal.


    At the very next moment, the nun Haari raced into the church from the atrium.


    ¡°Ratho! Please, your child!¡±


    ¡°Is everything alright!?¡± Ratho yelled, running across the room as he said so.


    ¡°She is alright! The Oracle has come, the priest is writing as we speak, but- ¡°


    ¡°Then we shall join too! There is no problem of course?¡±, the Cardinal spoke with joy


    ¡°A ca-cardinal? Here!? No, it makes sense. We will be honored my lord! But please we must hurry!¡± She turned towards Ratho, but he had already entered the Atrium.


    As Ratho crossed the door, he saw Sierra innocently sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet submerged in the water. She was playfully paddling the pool, seemingly entranced by the motion of the waves. On the other hand, the priest was standing behind her, his face contorted in a mix of pain and joy, his hands which were holding a small black crystal, frozen on top of the paper. Blood was dripping from his hand that was gripping the crystal tightly, but he couldn¡¯t even register what was happening. His eyes were affixed towards the sky.


    On the paper was just one word written over and over. ¡°Oracle¡±


    ¡°What is happening here father! Explain!¡±


    ¡°We apologize, but we don¡¯t believe he can explain. Or maybe you would like to break his trance? You are not that silly, of course not!¡± Cardinal Jova interjected.


    ¡°Trance? Is he speaking to the Gods? I don¡¯t remember this happening when I got my oracular record, please Cardinal, explain clearly!¡±


    ¡°You dare- ¡° Cardinal Jova stopped the angry handmaiden with a wave of his hand.


    ¡°We will of course. Your daughter, is she?¡± Cardinal Jova looked at Sierra.


    Ratho nodded.


    ¡°She is invited by the Gods of course! We will take her with us.¡± He turned towards the handmaiden, ¡°Praise be to the Gods! It¡¯s the birth of a new oracle of course!¡±


    With those words the handmaiden and the nun Haari both dropped to their knees, bowing in front of Sierra.

 Thorn

    Not many people in this world are blessed with a family. The wilderness is a dangerous place. Beasts and monsters roam the land, and those who dare to venture into it risk their lives. It was normal to say your goodbyes before heading out for a journey, and often those goodbyes, unfortunately, did turn out to be final. It was a common sight to find orphans sleeping around in the streets at night. Therefore, having a last name meant a connection to your family, a family that might not be there anymore. It was a privilege of a few, and when a person introduced themselves with a last name, it usually meant you were speaking with nobility.


    It is for this simple misunderstanding that Thorn Hangfruit was able to meet the King of one of the biggest and most prosperous countries in the world.


    Thorn was a charming young man. At 25 years old and standing tall at 6 feet, his most striking feature was his hair, as white as freshly fallen snow, which contrasted sharply against his olive skin. The silvery locks fell in untamed waves, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. Thorn''s sharp, piercing eyes, the color of warm amber, were framed by dark lashes that lent him an air of intelligence and cleverness.


    He had a captivating smile that he used unknowingly to navigate social situations.


    Thorn''s choice of clothes reflected his personality. He picked budget-friendly fabrics in eye-catching shades, making him look like a noble without breaking the budget. His dark blue trousers were sturdy and reliable for adventures. On top, he wore a long, puffy yellow shirt that added a touch of theatrical flair to his appearance. Over the shirt, Thorn donned a waistcoat in a fiery shade of orange, giving a pop of color to his overall attire. A simple woven belt in cool blue hues pulled everything together. His shoes were a mix of leather soles and cotton tops with laces going halfway up his legs. His left arm was adorned with a small, inconspicuous bracelet that concealed a hidden secret ¨C a small knife, for moments when his defense might be called upon. He didn¡¯t look it, but his ¡°noblish¡± garb concealed a surprisingly rugged body, capable of enduring the rigors of dangerous battles on the road.


    He was walking along the streets of Balaeren, the capital of the Kingdom of Partisita, having just arrived in the Kingdom this morning. Partisita was a coastal country, often called the bewitching face of the rancid empire. It was a marvel of architectural splendor that seamlessly blended various cultural influences. As Thorn stepped into the bustling city, he was greeted by a mosaic of colors, sounds, and scents that enlivened his senses.


    The city''s streets were wide and well-maintained. Buildings of grand design and intricate details adorned almost every corner.


    Belarean''s diversity was striking, as beings of all races moved about the city freely, creating a vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions. Elven merchants chatted with human artisans, dwarven craftsmen roamed about with beastkin labor, and rugged fishmen sold their wares along the piers. Trade was the lifeblood of Belaeren, and marketplaces were scattered throughout the city, featuring goods from all corners of the empire and beyond. Thorn could feel the energy of commerce in the air, with merchants haggling over prices, exotic spices scenting the breeze, and the clinking of coins exchanging hands.


    Despite the lively atmosphere, security was a top priority in Belaeren. Guards clad in armor patrolled the streets diligently, ensuring the safety of its citizens and visitors. The watchtowers that dotted the city''s walls served as a constant reminder of the watchful eyes that protected the realm.


    However, what stood out most for Thorn was the care and attention given to those less fortunate. Orphanages, with their arched entrances and beautifully adorned windows, provided a safe haven for children who had lost their families. Facilities with gentle slopes and wide doorways accommodated individuals with mobility challenges, allowing them to move freely and independently. Thorn noticed a group of young children with varying abilities joyfully playing in a beautifully landscaped park. He couldn''t help but feel that he had truly entered a city of wonder and compassion, a sentiment much lacking in the world.


    At the heart of Belaeren stood the magnificent palace. Its walls were fortified with imposing stone and iron craftsmanship, instilling a sense of security, while decorative carvings and arabesque patterns adorned its surface, adding an air of refinement.


    In front of the palace sprawled a grand open square, where important events and celebrations probably took place. The square''s vastness gave it an aura of grandeur, and its current emptiness, a sense of melancholy as if it requires jubilance to flourish.


    As Thorn walked towards the Palace, he noticed the iron-crafted front gates that were reinforced with ornate patterns that added a touch of elegance to their stern appearance. In front of them, stood two guards each holding a Halbert crossing the others in an almost cliched ''x'' shape. The first guard was a well-built figure, standing tall and proud. The other guard, on the heavier side, stood with an air of authority. Thorn immediately decided to call them the well-built guard and the fat guard.


    The guards observed Thorn as he approached, their expressions serious and vigilant. Thorn adjusted his clothes with a touch of nervousness. As he neared the guards, the well-built guard spoke with a booming voice,


    "Halt! Who ventures in the court of His Highness, the King of Partisita?"


    Thorn''s heart skipped a beat- "Hi- His Highness? I mean, it is I, Thorn Hangfruit!"The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    He silently thanked the providence that the well-built guard turned around to face the fat guard rather than notice the slight shake in his knees from nervousness.


    ¡°Hangfruit you say!? That¡¯s not a house I am familiar with. Where do you hail from, Sir Thorn?¡± The fat guard eyed him suspiciously.


    ¡°Let the Knights ask that question, or do the esteemed royal guards find it appropriate to overstep their bounds without shame?¡± Before Thorn could reply, a well-armored person stepped in from behind the guards and said in a dignified tone.


    "What the hell? Is everyone here a hero or something?" Thorn murmured to himself.


    ¡°Now, good sir! Shall I escort you inside? Pardon, but we cannot allow even a noble from a foreign land to venture inside unattended,¡± the knight spoke to Thorn, beaming with confidence.


    ¡°Are you quite sure, Sir Acer? It is the role of the Royal Guards to inspect visitors. Why is the first knight order intervening here?¡± The fat guard seemed persistent.


    ¡°Enough with your tomfoolery! Halt this at once, lest your tongue brings humiliation to the very court you guard!¡± Sir Acer seemed kind of dumb. ¡°Honorable Sir of the Hangfruit house! Come now, pay these imps no heed. Is it his majesty you seek? Then I, Acer of the first knights, shall be your escort!¡±


    ¡°M-majesty?? Wait¡­ this seems serious! Wait! Wait, I say!¡± Thorn nervously dashed after Sir Acer, who dutifully took him inside the palace.


    As Thorn and Sir Acer walked towards the court, he couldn''t help but be awestruck by the grandeur of the palace. Tall, majestic domes adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant colors loomed overhead, creating an imposing yet enchanting sight.


    The palace was constructed using a blend of white marble and richly colored tiles, depicting intricate geometric designs and floral motifs. Each step he took was met with the soft crunch of the gravel pathways that meandered through lush gardens filled with beautiful plants and blossoms. The sound of water trickling from ornate fountains filled the air, providing a soothing ambiance that was a fresh change from the bustling activity of the city.


    As they approached the court, massive arched doorways with delicately carved patterns loomed before them. Colorful stained-glass windows adorned the hallways, casting a kaleidoscope of hues onto the marble floors. Elaborate chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, their crystal pendants glinting in the soft light, while the walls were adorned with exquisite tapestries and finely carved wooden panels.


    ¡°Sir Acer! Who is this you have brought? We were not informed of any visitations at this hour?¡± The guards in front of the court seemed stiff as well, Thorn thought.


    ¡°It is but Sir Thorn of the Hangfruit house. Do you question his merits the way the front guards did?¡±


    While technically true, Sir Acer¡¯s phrasing made it sound like the front guards had already done a thorough inspection.


    Sir Acer turned towards Thorn and spoke with a dignified smile, ¡°Sir Thorn! I beseech your leave, but I must attend to my duties. If your honor would step beyond these doors, you would arrive at the court. I fare thee well!¡± he turned as his mantle flowed with his motion and walked away with his head held high.


    Thorn was fully entranced by the magnificence of the knight, momentarily forgetting that he was being presented in front of the King. The court guards, fully convinced that the person standing in front of them was a noble with a lineage arriving with permission of the first knight order, looked at each other and granted Thorn access to the inner court.


    As he stepped in, still looking behind at the magnificent silhouette of the departing knight, he failed to realize the situation he had stepped into until the guard made the announcement.


    ¡°Entering before His Majesty, King Janleva Ringlrebro, Sir Thorn of the Hangfruit house, entering now!¡±


    Thorn turned around. The court was an impressive building, separate from the rest of the palace, with a slanted roof standing on large circular columns; the court was huge. The ceiling was at least 50 feet high in the center, dropping off to around 40 on each of the left and right sides. The base colors for the inside were white, red, and silver. The carpet on the floor was silver as well, with a central red walkway leading up to the throne. On both sides of the court seats were placed where nobles sat facing the central walkway.


    There were around 20 nobles present besides the King who was sat on a throne at the opposite end of the court. An imposing mustached figure stood slightly behind and to the right of the King.


    The throne itself stood on a slightly raised platform. Made of polished white marble, it had a distinct motif reminiscent of a rising sun. The seating part was encircled by strategically placed marble that looked like radiant rays of light, extending in all directions like a peacock spreading its plume. Each ray seemed to capture the essence of sunlight, crafted with meticulous attention to detail. Adorned with colored glass and gemstones, the throne sparkled with a mesmerizing play of colors as sunlight streamed through the intricately designed windows of the court.


    The throne''s backrest was adorned with a central crest, depicting the emblem of Partisita - a radiant sun rising above the cresting waves of the sea, representing the coastal nation''s resilience and prosperity. Looking at the extravagant and intricate marvel in front of him, Thorn had but one thought:


    ¡°That looks super uncomfortable to sit on¡­¡±


    King Janleva Ringlrebro, sat elegantly on the throne. He was quite short, not quite to the level of a dwarf, but still no more than 4 foot 6 inches. Still, he had an air of elegance about him. He wore a dazzling robe of rich, deep purple velvet adorned with intricate gold embroidery that formed delicate patterns of winding vines and geometric shapes. Around his neck, he wore a necklace of precious gemstones that caught the light and sparkled like stars in the night sky. Rings adorned his fingers, each a work of art crafted by the finest jewelers in the land.


    But what truly captured everyone''s attention was the crown atop his head. It was tall, at least a foot in height, crafted from gold and encrusted with an array of gemstones that dazzled the eye.


    King Janleva''s face was adorned with a well-groomed beard that framed his strong jawline and complemented his regal countenance. His eyes, deep and wise, and his thin, arched eyebrows conveyed a sense of authority.


    As Thorn walked up to the throne and bowed diligently, the King spoke,


    ¡°Raise your head, noble one. We have witnessed your respect; now, let us hear your troubles ¡°


    Thorn looked up directly at the King, and all of it hit him. The marvelous city, the majestic palace, and the regal court. The eyes of all the nobles planted at him, and especially the mighty gaze of King. He felt life leaving his legs, his heart felt like it was trying to escape out of his throat, and his chest bore the weight of a thousand men. Cold sweat ran across his face.


    ¡°Why am I here?¡±, he thought, ¡°I do not belong!¡±

 Thorn II

    About an hour or so after Thorn¡¯s audience with the king, Princess Mesmina, the eldest daughter of King Janleva Ringlrebro, held court with her trusted maid at the residence of the royal family at another part of the palace. Their conversation held a casual tone that betrayed the expectations of the difference of station between them.


    The princess was a vision of beauty and elegance, radiating a regal charm despite her short stature. At about 5 feet 4 inches, she was considered shorter than average, a fact that she was secretly very conscience about. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded in loose waves, held together in a gentle ponytail that gracefully draped over her left shoulder. Her enchanting eyes were the color of soft sapphires and reflected innocence and naivety. Despite her being a formidable social presence, she nonetheless lacked real-world exposure of someone that you can call ¡°street smart¡±.


    The princess''s attire spoke of her noble lineage. Flowing gowns crafted from the finest fabrics adorned her form, decorated with intricate embroidery and delicate patterns that accentuated her natural allure. Each gown was thoughtfully chosen, reflecting the solemnity or joy of the occasion, and she wore them with effortless elegance.


    She was 20 years old; but due to the unique political situation of her nation; she was envied as a free and adventurous spirit, rather than pitied as an unwed princess past her prime, as would have been in any other human kingdom in the world.


    Partisita wasn¡¯t affiliated politically with any other nation and didn¡¯t consider it a strategically viable option for the future either. Thus, there was no burden on the royal family to improve their alliances internationally. Similarly, the concept of nobles didn¡¯t exist in this nation, instead, the King was supported by the Prime Minister and an elected parliament, whose members were all commoners granted time-limited authority to represent their people.


    The Prime Minister, Lord Caepher Laazim, was a resident of the Imperial Capital of Arcandia. Some of the Kingdom''s subjects were convinced that he was a vassal of the Emperor, here to keep an eye on the king, but this couldn¡¯t have been further from the truth. The Emperor trusted King Janleva completely and had in fact sent Lord Caepher here to be the private tutor for the Princes and the Princess.


    Meanwhile, within the Empire, all the other kingdoms were non?human nations, therefore the concept of political marriages held little sway in Partisita.


    Beyond her regal exterior, Mesmina was also a magician of some talent, having the affinity to cast magic from two different elements.


    Mesmina was sitting in her bed, gently combing her hair as she listened to the report from her maid. The content of the report was Sir Thorn Hangfruit and his audience with the king.


    ¡°He was able to meet Father without a prior appointment? Intriguing. Just how was he able to manage that?¡±, the princess wondered.


    The maid, Roux, standing before her had an unremarkable appearance. Her brown hair was neatly tied back in a simple bun, and her warm brown eyes held an air of quiet observation. She wore a plain blue servant''s uniform, perfectly tailored to fit her form. Though her appearance might not stand out in a crowd, it was precisely this unassuming quality that allowed her to be ever-present and attentive, observing the happenings around her without becoming the center of attention.


    ¡°Well, your highness-¡°


    ¡°Call me Mesmina, we are alone right now, or did you forget our arrangement?¡±, interrupted the princess.


    ¡°Okay!¡±, Roux winked. ¡±Mesmina darling do you want to know what happened next then?¡±


    Mesmina frowned, ¡°Why is that whenever I ask you to be friendly, your sadistic side seems to bubble up?¡±


    ¡°Whatever do you mean¡±, she circled the princess, ¡°Is Mesmina sad now?¡±


    ¡°Must I participate? We are getting older Roux¡­¡±, Mesmina sighed. ¡°How did the boy get in, I wonder?¡±, she attempted to bring the subject back to Thorn.


    Roux, completing the circle around Mesmina¡¯s bed, finally settled on the chair slightly to the right of the princess.


    ¡°Gee, is it not your sadism to ignore a maiden¡¯s love?¡±, complained Roux, ¡°You really are a tease, Mesmina!¡±


    ¡°Fine! I love you, dear Roux. You are absolutely wonderful. Now, can you start?¡±, Mesmina managed a cute smile despite herself.


    ¡°Aaahnn, I could just die right now! My heart is already been plucked! What tragedy!¡±, Roux placed a hand on her heart while waving the other around dramatically. ¡°You are wonderful yourself, Princess¡­¡±, her voice trailed off as though the last of her breath has been reaped from her lungs.


    Meanwhile, Mesmina continued to comb her hair, maybe a little more aggressively.


    ###


    ¡°Why am I here?¡±, I cried in my heart. Nothing I have is mine. My name, Thorn Hangfruit, a joke made at the orphanage when I tried to climb a tree to harvest its fruits and hurt myself with the thorns. My life? Borrowed from the goodwill of some individual I didn¡¯t even know. They say that I have high luck, but to me, it feels like snatching truths that I want from beyond providence. A noble? No, doesn¡¯t this make me a lowly thief?


    As I stood before the grandeur of the palace, surrounded by the watchful eyes of nobles and the imposing figure of King Janleva Ringlrebro, I felt my anxiety clawing at my chest. The weight of their expectations, their judging gazes, and the stark contrast between their purity and my own dirty soul overwhelmed me.


    I can¡¯t back down now, not when I had come so far. Taking a deep breath, I steeled my nerves and dug deep within my heart to find the strength to continue.


    ###


    The city of Harmonia was located on a small island off the northern coast of Central. The snow-covered landscape housed a small population of around six thousand people who lived in tightly knit communities that functioned more like extended families than a village. The people relied heavily on fishing and trade with small settlements close to the coasts of Central to sustain their people.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    Thorn was born in one of the small villages that were collectively called the city of Harmonia ¨C though it really wasn¡¯t a city in the traditional sense. Until the year he turned five years old, he had only known a life of relative peace and happiness on this tranquil island. His parents were loving and hardworking, and the family lived in a cozy little house near the coast.


    But fate had something else in store for young Thorn. One day, demons - a malevolent force focused only on the destruction of everything in their paths, attacked the island with merciless fury. The peaceful community was thrown into chaos as buildings burned, and the once-serene landscape became a scene of devastation. His parents, the anchors of his life, died, and his home was reduced to ashes. It was then that a mysterious figure appeared and saved Thorn''s life, pulling him from the burning wreckage and carrying him to safety. Thorn never knew who that figure was, as he fell unconscious before he could look at their face.


    When Thorn regained consciousness, he found himself in a distant human kingdom in Central, far away from his beloved Harmonia. He was taken in by a humble orphanage, where he joined other children who had similarly endured immense loss and hardship. In the absence of adults, they formed their own makeshift family, taking care of one another and finding solace in the occasional kindness of neighbors who provided food and clothes.


    In this orphanage, there was a tradition that was followed whenever someone reached the age of twelve and left the shelter of the orphanage. Thorn too experienced it when he was ready to leave. It was a sort of farewell party that was attended by all the members of the orphanage and was held in the open space outside the orphanage.


    Thorn stood in front of all the remaining children. He had lived at the orphanage since he was five years old, and these kids were his family. He was leaving to start a new life, but he knew that he would never forget them.


    "Everyone, thank you for being here," he said. "There is a lot for which I need to thank you all. You are my brothers and sisters. We have endured hunger together as well as the good times, when we were able to sleep with food in our bellies. We¡¯ve slept together and we have laid awake when Corrie fell ill. She didn¡¯t survive, but I am sure she is with us today."


    All the orphans began to tear up.


    ¡°You comforted me when my heart felt in tatters, and you hugged me when I needed the warmth.¡±, Thorn too welled up while reminiscing, ¡°Despite all of it, it was fun.¡±


    ¡°We love you Thorn!!¡±, someone yelled from the crowd.


    ¡°I am so thankful¡­ I don¡¯t know what to say¡­ just that, thank you for being with me!¡±, Thorn wailed as he fell into a bow.


    "Brother don¡¯t!¡±, the kids cried.


    "It¡¯s alright," said Thorn. "You are all part of me just like my arms and legs. I will forever depend on you to provide me with support and love! Whenever I feel anxious, I will think of this moment and remember it, so can you do one last thing for me? Can you please smile? "


    All the kids joined in putting up awkward smiles while openly crying with their eyes¡­


    ¡°Perfect! Anxiety gone.¡±, Thorn too managed a smile despite the tears.


    ¡°Now kneel!¡±, the girl who was next in line to leave the orphanage asked Thorn.


    Thorn knelt as he was told.


    ¡°Do you vow to always cherish and protect me no matter where you live?¡±, she said, crying.


    ¡°I do!¡±


    ¡°Then I dub thee Sir Thorn Hangfruit. Go now, Sir Knight, and always remember your brothers and sisters that you have left behind!¡±, she picked up a leaf from the ground and left it on Thorn''s shoulder after tapping it once.


    "I am honored! " yelled Thorn.


    One by one all the other kids came forth and similarly left leaves on his shoulder while declaring him their knight.


    Once the ceremony was over, Thorn left the orphanage and went to the church, where he had his oracular record divined. There, he learned about humans'' belief in gods, viewing them as protectors against the demons that had ravaged his homeland. But the painful truth of Harmonia''s destruction shattered Thorn''s faith in the gods. He could not comprehend why they had seemingly forsaken him and allowed such tragedy to unfold.


    ¡°That¡¯s right¡±, he thought, back in the court of King Janleva, ¡°I vowed to cherish and protect my family. I believed that I could create a means to support the orphanage forever. I remember their smiles as they tried so hard to make it a good memory for me. What have I to fear? I WILL find a way to support my home.¡±, he slowly got up from kneeling in front of the king, ¡°I WILL find the gods and ask them, ¡®What good are you if you can¡¯t protect a few of us?¡¯. My purpose is to find the truth¡±, he smiled, ¡°what about these nobles, what about this king? If I need to shatter the gods¡¯ illusion then there is no way I can waver here!¡±


    With determination burning in his heart, he walked toward the King, ready to speak the truth and carry his mission forward.


    ¡°Alright Thorn, game face on!¡±


    ###


    ¡°He was thrown in jail, was he?¡±, Mesmina mused.


    ¡°Yeah, and he looked so dashing before that, talking with his highness like an equal.¡±, Roux sighed.


    ¡°Like an equal? Oh my! I simply must meet this young man.¡±, smiled Mesmina. ¡°Can you hand me that pen over there so I can write a letter to Father?¡±


    ¡°A letter? Why don¡¯t you go to him directly?¡±, Roux said, despite dutifully handing the princess a pen and a sheet of beautiful writing paper.


    Mesmina froze. She slowly faced Roux with a forced smile on her face, blood drained from her face, ¡°You said teacher was with him didn¡¯t you?¡±


    ¡°Yes, the Prime Minister was definitely there.¡±, recalled Roux


    ¡°Roux? Are you perhaps trying to get me killed? Does your sadism extend beyond childish pranks and you really want me dead?¡±, Mesmina screamed while lunging at Roux¡¯s neck.


    ¡°Eeeeek!!¡± Roux screamed while easily avoiding Mesmina¡¯s attack


    ¡°Come back here!¡±


    ¡°Just write the damn letter!¡±


    Mesmina ran after Roux who sprinted around the room trying to get away.


    ###


    ¡°Why am I in jail!¡±, Thorn yelled for the twenty-seventh time.


    ¡°Quiet! Please I beseech you!¡±, the guard begged. ¡°Just wait, they will soon come for you. Just wait patiently!¡±


    ¡°Who is coming?¡±


    ¡°Listen, just wait. Please¡­ I mean it¡±, The guard started banging his head on the wall.


    Just then an usher ran down towards the guard, whispered something in his ear and handed him an envelope.


    ¡°An audience? Here?¡±, said the guard bewildered.


    ¡°Ssshh!¡±, the usher made the universal sign of shushing.


    ¡°Yeah, okay, okay; but, why though?¡±, the guard pressed.


    ¡°How am I supposed to know, just inform him quickly. She will be down here any moment.¡±, the usher looked back towards the staircase he just ran down, fully expecting someone to appear.


    ¡°Thorn Hangfruit, it appears that a development has taken place.¡±, the guard approached Thorn while reading from the letter in the envelope. ¡°Her Royal Highness Princess Mesmina R.B. has decided to allow you an audience with her. She will be arriving here momentarily. Use this time to prepare yourself! Look at you, you look filthy, wash your damn face and straighten your clothes for Gods¡¯ sake!¡±, he kind of went into a tangent.


    ¡°Who was the one that literally threw me in here? I know the expression is ¡®throw in jail¡¯ but why be literal about it? Wait!? R.B?¡±, Thorn was confused.


    ¡°Yes! It¡¯s supposed to pronounce Ruby - but she doesn''t look like a Ruby at all! She looks more like a Saphire perhaps?", the guard said placing a finger on his chin. "She doesn¡¯t like the name Ringlrebro as she feels it doesn¡¯t suit her personality.¡±


    ¡°Can royals really change their names like that?¡±, Thorn wondered aloud.


    ¡°She can¡±, the guard murmured


    ¡°She is here!! I mean, Her Royal Highness, Princess Mesmina R.B. approaching! Everyone attention!!¡±, the usher suddenly yelled.


    ¡°No need¡±, a calm graceful voice reached Thorn¡¯s ears.


    Thorn gulped as he watched the shadow of someone approaching, dancing on the wall.

 Interlude 1: The God’s Palace

    ¡°Is it not the truth that the demons have been eradicated?¡±, it would be very hard to describe the emotions behind this statement. The being that exuded this thought had had eons of life. It wouldn¡¯t be possible to describe its thought in a manner comprehensible to humans.


    ¡°Not all of them,¡± remarked another.


    ¡°Matters not. Khozer Wrath is dead. So is the army of filth he prepared.¡±


    One by one the giants sitting around the mountain-sized table remarked.


    ¡°Faiger Sloth, that pacifist, is the new demon lord. There is no place to land the seed.¡±


    ¡°What about the human? Is it not the truth that he alone destroyed the whole of the demon army?¡±


    ¡°Rupert Laazim is it? We have no record of him existing.¡±


    ¡°But exist he does. The elder spirits follow him. Azure, Luna, Trest, Phena; all four of them. Never has that happened before.¡±


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    ¡°Nonsense,¡± said one, putting an end to the debate. All the giants turned towards the one who spoke.


    ¡°Gods do not intervene in human matters. Gods need not intervene in human matters. What matters is the prayers. Baani Invictia stands testament to human defiance. Faiger Sloth aligns with Baani Invictia,¡± it stopped but there was no change in its posture or expressions.


    ¡°We must find a way to place the seed. Demons must invade Baani Invictia. Dethrone Faiger Sloth, complete the task that began with Harmonia,¡± it continued.


    ¡°Terror is the original source of prayers. Demons detest prayers ¨C but Baani Invictia neither prays nor fears. The seed will not be enough,¡± another dared counter the one before.


    ¡°Then let the dust settle. Humans have little lives, let it pass. Rupert Laazim will die eventually.¡±


    ¡°It is the elder spirits that are the problem.¡±


    ¡°Perhaps we should destroy their planet?¡±


    ¡°We cannot. Mana cannot manifest into magic unless spirits move arcana.¡±


    ¡°Rupert Laazim knows how.¡±


    ¡°Rupert Laazim again,¡± said the giant who seemed to have the most authority, ¡°Invite him to Indivna, let us talk.¡±


    ¡°You would speak to a human?¡± someone seemed surprised. An emotion rarely displayed in the palace of the gods.


    ¡°A human he is not, perhaps,¡± the giant replied.


    ¡°Interesting. Send one of the children.¡±


    ¡°Not an oracle?¡±


    ¡°Not to Rupert Laazim. Let us be benevolent. Humans are fragile, not everyone can withstand oracle.¡±


    ¡°What about the slave child?¡±


    ¡°She listens not. Such sad fate of children.¡±


    ¡°Grieve not, she was a child of a blasphemer. Blood carries with it its curses.¡±


    ¡°Then let her die.¡±


    ¡°Then it is decided.¡±


    ¡°It is decided.¡±