The golden heart

The small light

Levithian A named feared all around the realm but inside a roughless beast was just a scared little boy that was thrown away from his mother by the way he resembled his father by his small pointed ears, red eyes and his innocent smile. Her affection to this boy was to cutting his pointed ears to look like hers, Covering his eyes with tears and blaming him for his father's death.

If it wasn't that night that made him who he was, the day his mother called him down for dinner only to meet two men in rugged clothes eyeing him withe there nose wrinkled this made him only focusing to his mother wishing the men would dissappear only for his mother pushing him closer to the man turning her back to the innocent boy with tears weld up in face that his vision would blur as the men drag the boy screams were heard of him calling for his mother. The last memory of that night were flames everyone around fall to ash and long slender hands reaching for him.

And now the child has grown into the most powerful sorcerer in the realm, known as Leviathan, with a prize for his head in numerous countries, prompting a party to travel to his little fortress to defeat him. 

In the realm of Alfheim, a council was debating Leviathan's punishment. Unable to locate him, they attempted to jail him through magical means. "May I advise a soul entrapment? He'll lose not just his magic, but also his body." This made people look at a young scholar who has recommended the idea. " I apologize for my student, but he is right; we can make a temporary solution so that we can discover him and bring him to justice." The mentor said while standing to draw attention to himself because the majority of the council agreed with him. The leader of the council rose to her feet in her beautiful white gown. "I see most you agree to do this spell but to do this I need DNA from Leviathan himself."

"One of the party members claimed to have stabbed Levithan in the sides before teleporting, therefore there may be blood on the blade." One said to the head council member, who nodded as a sign of dismissal others walked out of the council chambers, that there were only magicians in the room and that the chief councilor was present.

Leviathan grunts in pain as he slowly came conscious, he opens his eyes in a small town next to a dirt road at night. It was dark no candles were lit in the buildings only light was the street lamps and the full moon's bright gaze shone on the town. Leviathan tried to stand up but he couldn't, he was in too much pain he look at his hand covered in his blood he notice some green. He groans as he realized that fighter must have put Gympie leave on the blade to make it more painful. The Gympie leaves are known to feel like fire on your skin but it won't kill a person but it is so painful that he couldn't move. Not knowing what to do he started the panic, taking a deep breath he notice a small light was coming towards him as a small voice spoke. "Sir, Are you alright?" A young lady came towards him noticing the blood she hurried to his side. Leviathan couldn't keep his eye open for long to examine the girl as he passed out once again.

The young lady dressed in an old ragged dress and coat didn't know what to do but she didn't want to leave him in the cold night. She looked at the person to see if they could pick him up by picking him up by the shoulder, she realized that she couldn't pick up the whole body but she could drag the body to her secret shack near here. She holds tight on him as she opens the door and puts him on the bed. Holding her knees she pants and took a deep breath. "For a skinny fellow your quite heavy." she chuckled to herself as she hurried to get bandage wraps and some clean infected she start to undress the man's shirt to see his wounds more properly. As she examine the man she notice how pale his skin was as it had never seen the sun full of scars, his long blonde hair a mess with tangles as he fought in the forest, and dark circles under his eyes. She grew more worried about this stranger as a sense to help him grew more she cleaned his wounds and bandage him. Giving him a blanket as she sat on an old wooden table and start to write not knowing the challenges she'll face tomorrow as the council has started the Levithian imprisonment.