Birth Of A God

A Beginning In The End

A man glanced at the room that he was currently residing in. His white long hair was sprawled all over the bed as he breathed weakly.

The sight of the room would make most of the interior royal palaces to shame.

The black walls produced a faint unusual glimmering which was caused by magic. Gold and rare materials coated every chasm of the structure that stood in the middle of the forest was visible.

Complimented with architecture and designs that no other being could replicate except for the lifeform considered second to Gods.

This was a dragon's lair. A structure or residence that other beings could
only wish to set foot on.

However, this dragon lair was unique as it holds beings of many heritage and differences. This was the home of a family that numbered many members. The home of fond and happy memories.

The lair of a certain dragon named
Raon Miru.

A hundred and twenty years had passed since the end of the war.

The members of people and beings who mended a legend had settled down in the black castle and the super rock villa located in the middle of a forest named "Forest Of Darkness".

Events that followed after the war was not least worth being recorded by history.

The rise of the new empire after the war brought a new age to the world. The new age of peace and prosperity between not just humans but other races as well.

After the war magic, alchemy, and other fields arose in new realms.
Improving the way life had governed in the past.

It seemed as if the world would only take a century or two before surpassing the level of civilization present back on Earth.

As for the legendary heroes that fought in the war. They were finally able to get the good rest they deserved.

This fact was something that Cale was most delighted about. Finally, the slacker life he wished for thirty-eight years of living was coming to a reality.

Though still having a few activities to accompany such as farming and traveling with the children averaging nine years old. Cale had no complaints.

The making of new memories and experiences had piled up throughout the years that went by. Memories and experiences that didn't include the essence of war and battle.

It was life. A slacker life to be precise

Until the laws of nature had crept.
Death was the rule of mortals to leave the realm called life.

Grandpa Ron was the first, then the Goldie Gramps, Cale's parents, Jopis, Toonka, Litana, Beacrox, Hannah, Jack, Cage the priest, Clopeh Sekka, Taylor Stan, Bud Illis... then finally Beacrox, Rosalyn, Lock, Mary and so many more.

Then finally On and Hong.

To this day it was only five that remained left. If considered the entity of magic that was lord Sherrit.

Cale, Raon, Choi Han, and Alberu
were the four individuals that remain to occupy the castle after Hong had left at the age of ninety-five coming after his sister On.

It had been more quiet and ghostly
in the two decades with only four of them, however, this didn't mean the castle was a dead silent ghost house.

Even after the many deaths that had passed the four individuals that continue to stay together. It did not stop them from remaining lively and active.

Their activities varied in many ways.

Raon's activity would compose of accompanying and assisting Cale in his daily activities.