The Eden Not Found On This Earth

Chapter 1: The Prince

Chapter 1: The Prince

[An account of the Solunar 1109, The Reign of the Human Jongun.]

The Battle between Heaven and Hell continues, the number of Angels and Demons dwindling by the day, leaving other races to pick up the spoils on the battlefield and rebuild in the destructive wake. Humanity has taken this as an opportunity to establish their place on Earth, creating kingdoms of their own. Their number growing to exponential bounds, they now pose a threat to all the other races despite being weak and unable to use magic. The supernatural have tried to rid the Earth of Humans, yet to no avail. Supernatural have no choice but to cooperate, procreate, or assimilate. Human cities are now paradises on Earth, but the Battle carries on. The danger is still there, especially with how the Supernatural consider Humans to be the Infestation of the Earth.

Now is the Solunar 1109, Human Leader Jongun reigns as Monarch of Marmara. It is noted that being lackluster in action against those that call him the "Pests' King", has also given him the notion that he is neutral or apathetic to the Supernatural. Some might even say compassionate.

I beg to differ.

To-day marks the 10th birthday of the 1st spawn of Jongun, Prince Drewan

The 4th day of the 6th Ember, Solunar 1109.

Nought jade not.

– Elf Heimor

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"Prince Drewan!"

"The Prince has run away!"

"How can it be? Why would the boy leave?!"

"He could be outside the palace, Monarch."

"Deploy the Royal Guards and have them search the Plaza. Ransack the slums if need be! He could not have gone far on his own. It is dangerous for him at this time," said King Jongun. A tall pale man who rested a heavy hand on his throne, the other clutching the crown on his head. The King glared at no one in particular, only worrying over his eldest son.

"Find my son."

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Short hurried footsteps slapped against the cobblestones; equally short gasps came from the short boy that ran for his seemingly shortening life as danger chased him. Danger that came in the form of monsters, Orcs that had little to no mind in chasing the young child. Orcs that could be confused for average Humans, if not for their pig heads and increased strength.

The short boy had black hair and brown eyes, a common trait for Humans, but the boy also had a short dagger slung on the side of his waist. The dagger glinted in the increasing moonlight, useless as the boy chooses not to fight but instead flight. How the boy wished he could just fly from his pursuers but being Human, he knows he cannot in any of his years.

"You can't run forever, boy!"

Finally, the boy stumbles from exhaustion, and tumbles straight into a courtyard's wall. His back slams against it painfully as the little wind he has left in his lungs is knocked out. He gasps and wheezes, looking into the beady eyes of the pigheaded Orcs that leer over him. Orcs that marched menacingly towards him with disgusting smiles on their slobbering snouts.

"How much you think he would fetch, ey?"

"'Bout a quarter Gleaf, 'suppose. Look at that soft bouncy skin!"