THE NOBLES OF NEWLAND (BLOODLINER AND THE TALES OF THE NEW SAGA BOOK 1)

Chapter 1: Renan

"Once upon another time."

Celebecia.

The Republic.

RENAN HAD JUST FINISHED CHANNELING HIS HOBBY. He hopes it reaching someone. He put down his earphones as someone said something in a loud shrill voice.

"Um. You know the General doesn't like it."

"Oh, Guru!" Renan said slightly up from his chair. "I could have heart disease if you're keep on constantly appearing so suddenly like that."

Renan's yellow skin is matching with his coffee-brown T-shirt. Renan's dark hair was covered in a white baseball cap. His brown eyes, round with lashes that were too long for the size of a boy, looked at Guru with thick, puckering eyebrows.

"If you've already increased your Indra—Senses, my sudden appearance won't surprise you. And, please stop doing a radio stuff, won't help you in the future. The world needs more real action." Said Guru. His body is too small and short for a man's size in general, his skin is sagging and wrinkled, and his head is too big with thin hair. His eyes, which are too big, had bleached due to cataracts. But the character emblazoned on his face gave a very intimidating impression. Renan always respected him. The teacher wears a brown robe that was associated with a bond to his waist. He stood with his hands resting firmly on a stone stick, which twisted intricately like a bronze-colored root.

"I only broadcast the news to those who need information. Those who don't have the advanced technology like us." Renan politely argued.

"Newland needs someone to protect them. Not an Announcer. The enemy is coming. That's the priority right now." Guru convinced Renan.

"I told you I couldn't do it." Renan is half-squealing.

"That's not the word of the ancient prophecy of Bataveron. You are the chosen one." Said Guru. Undeterred by Renan's pleading look. "The thousand falling stars will shine red, slide the universe to bleed. Under the sign, the bloods of Gods will bond their destiny as one. Bring the start to the end, as they play and done in the game of survival. But only the flame could spread the wings of fire, to prevent the wrath of the ocean."

"How many times should I tell you..." Renan suddenly limped. "That can't be me, Guru."

"You are a warlock. The blood of the sun is flowing within you, it could be you."

"Kiyo is better suited to that than me. He is the first child in the family. He's more reliable than me."

"Kiyo is not your biological brother." Guru replied slowly. Like covering up his impatience facing Renan. "No matter how much his qualities reflect Sadeva's. Still, he is born a Shinawatrah, a Monk. Just like your mother."

"Or it could be that the prophecy is for Navisa. Isn't it? Garuda's blood also flowed in her body. Her ancestor was one of the oldest Bataveron clans."

"Don't be spoiled, Renan!" Guru knocked on the floor with his stick. Raising his voice. For Renan, it didn't make much of a change at all, because the gramps' voice is already shrill. "Neotadiningrat is indeed the oldest and the purest. Unfortunately, Sunan was never a female, no matter how big the girl's talent. Her grandfather, I admit, was the greatest Sunan I've ever met. But he's gone now. And the Crown Prince of Bataveron, Navisa's older brother, was killed in a mission a few years ago. After all, based on what is written in history, only the Warlock has ever tamed the flame. We don't have much time. General Adipati wants significant development in your training."

Renan let out a deep breath. "You never answered when I asked why didn't General himself use that weapon?"

"I'll explain it to you later. In the Pendopo."