Diego Kuwait was born in 1913 on the rugged Texas
frontier, where the Old West still lingered, but industrialization began to creep in. Cowboys roamed the plains, and life was between the past and the future. Diego's father, Amir Kuwait, was an immigrant of Middle Eastern descent who had carved out a life of fortune and power in Texas. Amir wasn't just a wealthy landowner, though—he possessed a rare and mysterious gift known as the power of Creation. This ability allowed Amir to shape the natural world around him, bringing life to barren lands, growing crops in deserts, and breeding horses of unmatched strength and beauty. His ranch was a marvel and a testament to his mastery of the elements.
Amir was a strict and devout man, blending elements of Christianity and Islam into his belief system, and symbols from both religions adorned his ranch. But at the center of his belief was the image of the deer—his most sacred symbol. To Amir, the deer represented purity, survival, and divine favor, embodying the fragile balance between strength and grace. Despite his immense power and wealth, Amir's heart was cold, and he demanded strength from everyone around him, especially his family. Diego was born into this world, but from the start, he was different—frail and often sick, he seemed the opposite of the robust and capable son Amir had hoped for.
Diego's older brother, Mikhail Kuwait, was everything Diego was not. Mikhail had inherited their father's gift, albeit in a lesser form, allowing him to manipulate life subtly. He was the family star—strong, graceful, and capable. Mikhail was a champion horse rider, beloved by all, and earned the nickname "Deer King" for his skill and how he seemed to embody the qualities their father admired. Mikhail's bond with horses was mystical, and he was admired for his strength and talent. On the other hand, Diego grew up in Mikhail's shadow, yearning for his father's approval but never receiving it. His resentment towards Mikhail grew, even though his brother never mistreated him—Mikhail was always kind and supportive, which deepened Diego's inadequacy.
By the time Diego turned sixteen, his bitterness had turned into cold determination. He was no longer just trying to win his father's approval—he wanted to prove something to himself. His health problems, the pain he constantly lived with, and the limitations of his condition only fueled his desire to succeed. The annual Grand Gallop, the most prestigious horse race in the region, was fast approaching, and it was where the best riders came to prove their worth. Mikhail had already made a name for himself in this race, and Diego was determined to compete this year. He trained secretly, pushing himself to the limit, determined to win even if it meant risking his life.
Mikhail took the lead when the race began, as expected, but Diego was close behind. The race was grueling, testing not only the horse's speed but the rider's endurance. For miles, the brothers rode neck and neck, but tragedy struck as the race neared its end. Mikhail's horse stumbled, throwing him to the ground. At that moment, Diego had a choice—stop and help his brother or continue racing. Driven by pride and years of feeling inferior, Diego made his decision. Ignoring his fallen brother, he pushed forward and crossed the finish line, finally winning the race.
But Diego's victory was short-lived. When he dismounted, he looked back to see Mikhail lying on the ground, gravely injured. As the crowd fell silent, Diego realized the weight of what he had done. His father rushed to Mikhail's side, weeping, and when Amir cried out, "God, why did you take the wrong son?" the words broke Diego's heart. He had finally won, but the cost was too high. His victory felt hollow.
That night, filled with shame and regret, Diego left the ranch. He wandered the frontier for years, no longer seeking his father's approval or competing with his brother's memory. Instead, Diego was driven by a new goal—he wanted to fix his broken body and conquer the disease that had always held him back. He became a legend in his own right, known as a cold, distant figure whose skill on horseback was unmatched. He refused help from anyone, seeing it as a sign of weakness. Aid offers were viewed as insults, and Diego's pride grew monstrously.
Over the years, Diego's reputation spread. He became a solitary figure, feared and admired by those who knew of him. His victories in horse races and competitions made him famous but also brought him enemies. Rival riders couldn't understand how he always seemed one step ahead as if he could predict their moves before they made them. They didn't know about the Gyro Sphere, the mysterious device he relied on to compensate for his physical limitations. Despite his fame, Diego remained isolated, driven by a need to prove that he could overcome anything alone. His quest to become the most excellent rider the world had ever known consumed him and he became a figure who was both feared and respected on the frontier.
