War Of Myth's

Prolog

Prince Atum, a gray serpopard with orange scleras and orange fur pattern on the back of his neck and ears with gleaming mysterious green eyes, was roaming the battle fields as a fire scratched and clawed at his fur. He was in search of his father."He has to be around here somewhere, the battle has ended, the humans have left our realm, WHERE IS HE!?" He sprinted, zig zagging as he surveyed the battlefield. He stopped in his tracks as he almost rammed into a serpopard body. A very big one that was bleeding out, "T-that- cant be him- it must be one of our bigger soldiers. Please gods no.." He murmured, tears welling in his eyes as the smoke started to clear and rain started to pour. Slowly putting out the spreading fires, he rolled the dark gray serpopard over to reveal his father, his heart sank into his stomach. Dad He watched as his father clung onto the little bit of life he had left, all he could smell was rain, smoke and the iron tang of blood, that's all his father was drenched in. "So.. so.. much blood" He looked at his fathers underbelly to reveal a gash trailing from his stomach to his waist. He felt so many emotions in that moment, that no twelve year old should ever have to feel. That dread and guilt of seeing his own father, his king, dead and limp as the rain washed the blood off his scales and fur. All he wanted to do was to tell him he loved him, but it was already too late. Atum pressed his head onto his fathers chest hugging the lifeless body as he let his tears stream down his face, but he stayed silent, in fear that others were near him and would see him as weak, he lifted himself up as his ears flicked and he started to slide off the blue pearl rimmed gold necklace off his father before his sister could snatch it.

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"Everyone stand for the ceremony of Prince Atum," A booming voice yelled over the kingdom from the stage.

"Today we mourn the death of our late king and the uprising of his heir, Atum." Atum stepped up to the stage letting his tail drag on the dusty floor. "I cant believe Im actually going to be king, this should be the best day of my life- but I feel horrible." He thought, dejected.

The head of the church came up to him, holding the crown and a pearl draped blue head cloth, "Do you, young Atum, accept all the duties that come with being king of the Serpopard tribe?" The church leader said, glaring down Atum with a look of despise across her eyes.

"I do." He said in a soft whisper.