Halonar

Oberion

Oberion was 13 when he found out he was part-summoned. It was during a game of hide-and-seek with his friends, where he hid under one of the dressers. He saw it out of the corner of his eye glued to the ceiling of the dresser. A letter containing his core abilities, mana capacity, and prevalence of his powers. He had brought it up to his room that night, reading it over and over again. He was a Summoned, an Akaluma!

When he was 19, he was taken from school and drafted into the fight against the Peoples party of Keywark. The war eventually came to a close, with the original government overthrown, all royal soldiers were forced to surrender. When they did, they were given the option to leave, or to stay and advance their career upon the newly founded Socialist ideals.

Since his friends had moved on with their lives, his parents passed while he was in tour, and he had practically no home besides the barracks, he chose to stay.

Oberion would later come to regret that choice.

The first thing he noticed when he joined was how unorganized the military was. There was little to no requirements to join. Secondly, Oberion was deployed to the lowest rank. It took him a few months to prove that he was of higher rank.

Afterward, it seemed like smooth sailing. It was a time of relative peace, at least, until the war with Gavhin.

Afterward, he was promoted to general. Fighting a war, and doing the king's bidding were two entirely different things.

The king would often try to get Oberion to make horrible tactical desisions, all of which Oberion refused to issue. The king was also slow and was easily frustrated. The king was not a child, rather, a man who simply was too slow in his reaction. This was not to say the king wasn't a sharp man. He did, after all, secure the throne by funding the people's party directly, then snatching it for himself, while they figured out how to reconstruct Keywark, with his guiding hand, of course.

Oberion little over a decade watching a royal kingdom fall, a socialist nation rise, then an aristocrat seize power. How ironic, he would often think to himself.

But after the war ended, things took a turn for the worst.

The king ordered an assault on Gavhin while they were making a truce. Oberion was unaware of this order until it was too late.

Gahvin, which had hired alchemists to figure out how to damage Keywark in case of emergency. When Keywark launched the unprovoked attack, Gavhin did not hold back.

Oberion paced the halls. Leand and Lyla should have been here this morning, but there was still no sign of them.

Damn those good-for-nothing Akaluma! He thought to himself. He disliked Adaraians , not just because they were disrespectful and arrogant, but also because they could say what they pleased. Corvin openly disrespected the king many times. Oberion's head would be on a stick if he said half of what came from Corvins mouth.

He hoped for all of their sake that Corvin was at his post, defending the king, like he was supposed to, and not still standing in the king's private pond.

His thoughts were interrupted by a scout, who came running down the hall to him. His mud encrusted boots tracked all over the velvet carpet.

"Sir! Sir!" The man yelled at Oberion. He looked like he saw a ghost.

"What? Is this important news?" Oberion snapped, not yet addressing the mess.

"I have news, the princess is dead."

The moisture in Oberion's throat evaporated.

"W-what?" He croaked.

"Sir-"