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BORN OF DARKNESS Part One — The Beginning of Darkness Chapter One — The Legend That Never Died "Not every kingdom is built upon a throne. Some are built upon fear... and fear outlives kings." There were no clocks inside Valen Castle. born of darkness.the villain heir the lengend that never died Published (1490 Words) Publish ChangesCancel the lengend that never died BORN OF DARKNESSChapter One — The Legend That Never Diedauthor .... little bunny For one single moment... No one dared to breathe. The words still lingered in the air. Like an unbreakable curse... A curse that refused to disappear. "One day, this very power will destroy Tom Velen himself." Never before... Had anyone spoken of Tom Velen's downfall. Never had anyone imagined that something existed in this universe powerful enough to stand before the King of the Velen bloodline and speak of his end. But today... Someone had done the impossible. The flames burning upon the black marble pillars suddenly rose higher. As if the castle itself had felt the weight of those words. Deep within the shadows of the Grand Hall... Nocturn slowly lifted his enormous head. A deep roar escaped his throat. But it was not a roar of anger. It was a warning. And every Nectroian present knew the truth... Nocturn never warned enemies. He only warned one person. His master. Tom Velen. Yet Tom did not even look at him. His right hand remained tightly closed. Golden light struggled to escape between his fingers. It looked as if a trapped sun was beating inside his fist, desperate to break free. The faint scent of burning filled the hall. But there was no pain on Tom Velen's face. Not even a trace. Only calculation. A cold, merciless certainty. Then... The silence was broken. Soft footsteps echoed through the Grand Hall. Eleanor stepped out from the darkness. Behind her moved Silex... The gigantic white serpent bound to her soul. It slid across the shining marble floor without a sound, its crimson eyes locked upon the King. She stopped only a few steps away from him. No other member of the Velen family would have dared to stand this close. But Eleanor was different. "Tell me, Tom..." Her voice was calm. "What will you do now?" "Will you allow this power to consume you?" Tom remained silent. He did not answer immediately. He simply looked at her. And then... A faint smile appeared on his lips. Not a smile of amusement. A smile of superiority. He stepped down from his throne. Each step echoed across the stone floor like the sound of an approaching judgment. When he reached the center of the hall, he stopped. Then he spoke. "You all made the same mistake." His voice was quiet. But every soul in the hall heard him. "You heard my words..." "But none of you understood them." Slowly... He opened his hand. The golden mark on his palm was no longer just a mark. It pulsed beneath his skin like a living heart. As if something ancient had awakened inside him. "I never said this power would kill me." His crimson eyes moved across every face in the hall. "I only said..." "That my body has become too small to contain it." Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence. "Throughout the entire history of Arashia..." "No Nectroian has ever existed who could carry a power like this." "Not my father." "Not his father." "And not anyone who will come after me." He closed his fist again. The golden light vanished instantly. "Power never destroys its master." His voice became colder. "It simply grows beyond the vessel that carries it." For the first time since the meeting began... Reis lifted his head. "Then what will happen to this power?" Tom turned toward him. "Power does not die." "It chooses its next heir." Mira's voice was almost a whisper. "...You want an heir?" Tom's eyes moved toward her. And for the first time... Something changed within them. His pride remained. But behind it... There was something deeper. Something absolute. "An heir?" A faint smile touched his face. "Heirs inherit thrones." "My throne does not need an heir." "No living person possesses enough power to take it from me." He stepped forward. "I want something greater." The hall became completely silent. "I want my bloodline to continue." BORN OF DARKNESSChapter One — The Legend That Never Diedauthor .... little bunny For one single moment... No one dared to breathe. The words still lingered in the air. Like an unbreakable curse... A curse that refused to disappear. "One day, this very power will destroy Tom Velen himself." Never before... Had anyone spoken of Tom Velen's downfall. Never had anyone imagined that something existed in this universe powerful enough to stand before the King of the Velen bloodline and speak of his end. But today... Someone had done the impossible. The flames burning upon the black marble pillars suddenly rose higher. As if the castle itself had felt the weight of those words. Deep within the shadows of the Grand Hall... Nocturn slowly lifted his enormous head. A deep roar escaped his throat. But it was not a roar of anger. It was a warning. And every Nectroian present knew the truth... Nocturn never warned enemies. He only warned one person. His master. Tom Velen. Yet Tom did not even look at him. His right hand remained tightly closed. Golden light struggled to escape between his fingers. It looked as if a trapped sun was beating inside his fist, desperate to break free. The faint scent of burning filled the hall. But there was no pain on Tom Velen's face. Not even a trace. Only calculation. A cold, merciless certainty. Then... The silence was broken. Soft footsteps echoed through the Grand Hall. Eleanor stepped out from the darkness. Behind her moved Silex... The gigantic white serpent bound to her soul. It slid across the shining marble floor without a sound, its crimson eyes locked upon the King. She stopped only a few steps away from him. No other member of the Velen family would have dared to stand this close. But Eleanor was different. "Tell me, Tom..." Her voice was calm. "What will you do now?" "Will you allow this power to consume you?" Tom remained silent. He did not answer immediately. He simply looked at her. And then... A faint smile appeared on his lips. Not a smile of amusement. A smile of superiority. He stepped down from his throne. Each step echoed across the stone floor like the sound of an approaching judgment. When he reached the center of the hall, he stopped. Then he spoke. "You all made the same mistake." His voice was quiet. But every soul in the hall heard him. "You heard my words..." "But none of you understood them." Slowly... He opened his hand. The golden mark on his palm was no longer just a mark. It pulsed beneath his skin like a living heart. As if something ancient had awakened inside him. "I never said this power would kill me." His crimson eyes moved across every face in the hall. "I only said..." "That my body has become too small to contain it." Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence. "Throughout the entire history of Arashia..." "No Nectroian has ever existed who could carry a power like this." "Not my father." "Not his father." "And not anyone who will come after me." He closed his fist again. The golden light vanished instantly. "Power never destroys its master." His voice became colder. "It simply grows beyond the vessel that carries it." For the first time since the meeting began... Reis lifted his head. "Then what will happen to this power?" Tom turned toward him. "Power does not die." "It chooses its next heir." Mira's voice was almost a whisper. "...You want an heir?" Tom's eyes moved toward her. And for the first time... Something changed within them. His pride remained. But behind it... There was something deeper. Something absolute. "An heir?" A faint smile touched his face. "Heirs inherit thrones." "My throne does not need an heir." "No living person possesses enough power to take it from me." He stepped forward. "I want something greater." The hall became completely silent. "I want my bloodline to continue." BORN OF DARKNESSPart One — The Beginning of DarknessTom Velen had never chosen anyone for love. He had always chosen power. The day after announcing the arrival of his heir in the Grand Hall... Tom Velen left Velen Castle and flew toward the deepest waters of Arashia upon the back of his mighty creature, Nocturn. A place where no king had ever ruled. A place where the waves answered to no crown. The Water Tribe. An ancient bloodline of Arashia... A tribe whose veins carried the first power of the ocean itself. Legends said that a single tear from their princess could summon a storm. And a single smile from her could calm the most violent seas. Her name was... Leora. Leora was not an ordinary princess. She was the strongest heir of the Water Tribe. Her eyes held the endless blue of the ocean. But when her anger awakened, those calm waters turned into a storm waiting to be unleashed. Her hair shimmered like flowing water beneath moonlight. And within her blood flowed the only power besides the Velen bloodline that could withstand Celestia's force. That was why Tom had come. Not for a queen. Not for love. But for the mother of his future heir. When Nocturn descended above the ocean... The entire sea split apart. As if the waters themselves recognized the presence of the Velen King. But Leora did not bow. She was the only one... Who looked directly into Tom Velen's crimson eyes. "Why have you come here, Tom Velen?" Her voice was calm. Tom stared at her for a moment. Then he slowly extended his hand. The golden mark on his palm began to glow. And the moment Leora stepped closer... The mark burned brighter. As if two ancient powers had recognized each other. "Because..." Tom's voice was cold and absolute. "No one except you can give birth to my son." Leora's expression hardened. "Your son?" Tom did not hesitate. "I do not need a weak bloodline." "I need a mother powerful enough to carry the blood of Velen." For a moment... Silence covered the ocean. Then Leora smiled faintly. "And what if I refuse?" For the first time... The sea became completely still. Tom did not become angry. He simply looked at her with certainty. "You can refuse, Leora." His voice was quiet. "But then I will have to remind the ocean who truly holds power." The next moment... Tom raised his hand. The golden mark erupted like a second sun. A wave of power spread across the entire ocean. Deep beneath the darkness of the sea... Ancient creatures awakened. The gigantic beasts that had protected the Water Tribe for centuries... Rose from the depths. But they did not attack. They moved toward Tom. Because even the creatures of the ocean could feel the difference between a ruler... And a force beyond rulers. The waves rose toward the sky. The entire Water Tribe watched in fear and disbelief. Leora's eyes widened slightly. Because she knew the truth. The Water Tribe could command the sea. But Tom Velen... Could force the sea itself to kneel. Tom looked at her. "I did not come here to ask for permission." "I came to give you a choice." "Become the mother of the child..." "Who will one day change the fate of Arashia." Leora remained silent. There was anger in her heart. There was hatred. But there was also reality. She knew the truth. No matter how powerful the Water Tribe was... They were not stronger than Tom Velen. Finally... She lowered her gaze. Not in fear. But accepting a truth she could not change. "Fine..." Her voice was quiet. "I accept." Ten days later... Velen Castle was no longer the same. Something unnatural had awakened within its walls. The life growing inside Leora... Was not an ordinary life. It was the fusion of darkness and the ocean. On the fourth day... A faint golden glow appeared within Leora's blue eyes. On the fifth day... Ancient water symbols began appearing on the walls of her chamber. On the seventh day... The flames of Velen Castle began dying even during daylight. And on the tenth day... Darkness covered the sky. Even while the sun remained above... The world became black. A dark vortex formed above the Grand Hall. And the distant ocean began crashing against the walls of Velen Castle. No one was allowed inside Leora's chamber. Except one person. Tom Velen. Shadows gathered around every corner of the room. On one side... Darkness. On the other... The light of the ocean. And between them... A power the world had never witnessed. Leora held Tom's hand. "Tom..." Her voice was weak. "He is coming..." The golden mark on Tom's hand burned brighter than ever. "Let him come." His voice carried pride. "Let the world see..." "What the blood of Velen truly means." The next moment... The shadows and the ocean's light collided. A black and golden sphere formed above the bed. Slowly... It became smaller. And smaller. Until it took the shape of a child. The healer stepped forward. But Tom stopped her. "No." "This is my heir." He walked forward himself. And for the first time... Tom Velen did not lift something as a weapon. He lifted it as his own blood. The child was silent. He did not cry. His hair was as dark as the night. His skin was pale like winter snow. And beneath his closed eyes... Two ancient powers waited. Tom slowly opened his son's eyes. The entire chamber was filled with light. One eye... Crimson red. Like Tom Velen. The other... Deep ocean blue. Like Leora. Then everyone saw his shadow. It was not the shadow of an ordinary child. Behind him stood two enormous black wings. A wolf stood beside him. And waves of the ocean surrounded him. Nocturn looked toward the sky... And released a roar so powerful that all of Arashia heard it. For the first time... Tom Velen did not feel victory. He felt pride. He lifted his son and announced to the entire castle: "Kael Velen..." "The son of darkness..." "And the heir of the ocean." This was not just a birth... It was the beginning of a legend that would change the fate of Arashia. Because now... The story of Kael Velen had begun. The story of his hatred. The story of his love. And the story of the war... That would one day force the entire world to bow before him. Because darkness was not only born... Darkness was about to walk. ..........To be continued............ Thank you for reading BORN OF DARKNESS 🖤 Written by: Little Bunny 🐰✨ © Please do not copy or repost without permission.