Absolut Chronicles: The Last Raven

Prologue

I was a brother, a son, and most of all I am the Absolut. I was meant to protect the world but on the day when I found out who I am, was also the day I lost everything . I had to abdicate the throne and give up everything I had hope for myself. I remember flying and soaring the clouds, I like the feel of wind on my wings and how it slaps my face and messed up my hair. Days turn to years and my carefree life has all come to past.

I travelled the continent to learn different cultures, and dwell in diversity. I spent days on a voyage across the Verdanic Sea, landed on foreign soil to learn how an Absolut came to be and on one of my travels, I learned how to wield a sword, mastered the art of magic, and achieved the wielders will. However, I had my fair share of struggles and fought against different ebbs of tides, learned how to open my eye and observed the moisture in the air, I learned how to choreographed a ripple but out of the four elements, water was the hardest for me, while air being the calmest and easy to understand. As years go by, I understood all my capabilities, how I'm tied to my responsibilities that I don't belong in one single kingdom but the world, on land and sea. I'm meant to be a mediator but not before long, dark creatures crawl up the earth with eyes red as blood and a body made of oozing death. Those creatures were designed to end the era of Absoluts.

I was nineteen when it all began. The war that brought my clan to extinction. I was born to a clan of doves, it has been known for my clan and the ravens to be in a constant war, or so they thought. Doves and Ravens are in harmony with one another and apparently, my very being killed both races. I was young and inexperienced, I watched as the war killed my father. Hot iron stench filled the air while fire burns in the palm of my hands. Burning everything in its way. Clouded by fear and grief, the ground started shaking which resulted to more death, I was losing control, blood spurted off my eyes and nose, I could barely see anymore but my eyes were fixed on the creature that killed my father. I raised my right arm and lifted it off the ground "roumpie" I screamed at the creature, channeling the power and strength of all the fallen. The creature, squirmed as my magic disintegrates it but I wasn't strong enough and it plunged its claw right through my ribs, once again, I screamed "roumpie hexa moria" it squirmed the most unholiest noise as if a dying boar but despite all my endeavors, my magic was weak and the creature broke free to finally get a hold on me, squeezing all my essence, I gasped for air but felt none, and there I thought, I'll die the same fate as my father. My vision fails me, I can feel my heartbeat slowing down like a dripping rain on embers. I thought of my mother and brother, I'll never see them again because this is my undoing. The creature, plunges it's claw down my chest and blood pools everywhere, as I willed another dying breath, light surges everywhere, too bright that it burns. I felt the weight lifted off my chest but I was too weak to open my eyes then everything was dark.

I woke up 300 cycles after with no one by my side, "why am I alive?" I said, I didn't know then but the kingdom fell and I'm the only one left.