Protoss Empire, Sky city...
Black Star Condominium...
Mansion A...
- Mr. A (voice, though strained with the weight of untold stories, carried a quiet intensity as he beckoned Grey closer): Pay attention Grey, I'm only going to tell you once, . (he murmured, the shadows of the room seeming to lean in with anticipation): Arthur's birth was not a beginning, but a continuation of a legacy steeped in both light and darkness...
In the twilight of the old United Kingdom, before the second great union, a prince was born amidst whispers of change. Arthur, the firstborn son of the sovereigns, was cradled in a love both pure and fierce. Yet, as he grew, a sinister transformation befell his father, the king. The once just and wise ruler's heart grew cold, his rule marred by sudden cruelty and wanton violence.
His once-honorable hands now dealt death with impunity, and his royal chambers became a court of shadows and deceit.
The Treadway house remained a bastion of power, its legacy untarnished by the king's descent into madness. The queen, her protective instincts akin to a lioness, endeavored to shield her young son from the corruption that had ensnared her husband. But the innocence of youth is not easily hidden from the sins of a father.
As the kingdom's once-stalwart defenses crumbled under the gaze of unseen spies, the king's hubris blinded him to the pleas of his allies. It was only a matter of time before the kingdom succumbed to its fate, the king meeting a violent end. The queen, with the wisdom of the hunted, fled into the night, her womb heavy with new life and her heart burdened with the future of her son and the steadfast butler, Windsor.
- Grey (his eyes reflecting the flicker of the hearth, interjected with a youthful impatience): I remember... something of that night.
- Mr. A (his gaze unwavering, continued): Shut up Grey, let me tell you the story, in the sanctuary of the Alfmosis woods, a revelation awaited young Arthur...
It was there that Windsor, bound by loyalty and secrets, unveiled a truth as ancient as the stars, the queen was of Amazonian lineage, her very essence a tapestry of strength and wisdom beyond human ken. In a moment of vulnerability, the queen's wrath nearly consumed Windsor, her fury a testament to the fierce bloodline that coursed through her veins, and through Arthur's.
One tranquil night, the queen, her mind adrift in memories, recalled the eighth month of her pregnancy with Arthur, seven years prior. A visitation of advanced technology, had granted a audience, to a nanotechnology system. She consented to the infusion of ten billion nanorobots into her unborn child, a harrowing ordeal that brought her to death's door before she emerged, forever changed, yet she kept silent on the matter of the nanorobots.
Under the canopy of the ancient forest, Arthur's destiny intertwined with the threads of a greater design. A chance encounter with darkness revealed the light within him, as he vanquished the sexual intent of kidnappers and saved a life of royal significance, Princess Hera, the god-king, Zeus's adopted daughter. Their paths converged, setting the stage for a journey that would lead them to the shores of destiny.
As Arthur's training in the martial arts and the awakening of his Qi core began under Windsor's vigilant eye, the shadows of the past loomed ever closer. The day came when the queen and Windsor were ambushed by assassins loyal to King Aca, the usurper. Arthur, left to protect his sister, found solace in the stillness of meditation, a calm amidst the storm.
The return to their home revealed a scene of devastation, a testament to Arthur's core awakening. Amidst the ruins, the boy sat in quiet defiance, his sister cradled in his lap, unharmed. The relief was short-lived as the queen and Windsor, with urgency borne of survival, whisked the children away from the ashes of their past.
On the sandy precipice of freedom, Windsor stood alone against a tide of adversaries, his prowess as a Supreme Master a beacon of hope. Though wounded, his spirit unyielding, he carved a path to their salvation. Together, they embarked upon the boat, the island their promised refuge, leaving behind the echoes of war and the whispers of a destiny yet to be fulfilled.
- Grey (his thoughts were a whirlwind of anticipation as he urge): Yes, I remember that, now tell it faster, the more interesting parts, tell it...
- Mr.A (his annoyance barely contained, relented with a terse nod)"I feel tempted to hit this kid...": Prepare yourself... (warned, his voice a harbinger of the storm to come)
Many questions arose throughout the trip, “What were the Amazons like?” “Would they accept men on the island?” “Where is the island?” Silence, boy. I'm not going to answer you now, organize the questions, I'll answer you when I'm done.
Their arrival on the Amazonian isle was a gauntlet thrown, a deadly welcome of nocked arrows and unsheathed blades. The air was thick with the scent of iron and intent to kill. Yet, amidst the sea of warriors, a regal figure emerged, Queen Cassandra, her crown a testament to her sovereignty.
The reunion between Andromeda and her mother was a tempest of raw emotion, a clash of joy and sorrow that resonated through the isle. The Queen of the Amazons, Arthur's grandmother, embraced her daughter, her heart a maelstrom of pride and relief.
In the aftermath, the throne room became an arena of judgment. The Amazons' disdain for the male presence was a palpable force, a decree of exile was pronounced upon the butler.
Andromeda, once a princess, reclaimed her titles and prestige, her daughter Allana accepted as one of their own. But Arthur, the boy of prophecy, was cast aside, an unwelcome echo of a world beyond their shores.
The queen's edict was as unexpected as it was brutal: Arthur would remain, but only if he proved his worth in the supreme championship, a crucible of combat where the mightiest Amazon would emerge victorious. With no choice but to accept, Arthur found himself at odds with his grandmother, the queen, their wills clashing like steel upon steel.
As the butler took his leave, a new chapter began for Arthur, one of rigorous training and clandestine study. His mother, Andromeda, became his mentor, guiding him through the intricacies of combat and the subtleties of Amazonian lore. Under the queen's tutelage, Arthur's prowess grew, and by the age of nine he was already a Proficient, he was ready to face the supreme championship's trials.
His first victory came not without struggle, and as he advanced, whispers of treachery followed. One of the queen's advisors plotted against him, while his grandmother watched from the shadows. The battles raged, and Arthur's strength became a legend. He faced one of Zeus's daughters, leaving her in a coma, her fate a grim testament to his might. Then came the confrontation with his childhood friend, a battle that would reveal the truth of Emperor Pendragon's prophecy.
The Dragon Lord, the one who would possess the king’s aura, the anointed one, but, that's for another time. Yet, in the arena, Arthur’s presence was a maelstrom, his oppressive aura, domineering, a testament to the many wars etched upon his soul. Hera, his opponent, and the Amazons who watched, were taken aback. They had never believed a boy could make the princess Hera yield in combat.
Hera, an archer without equal, possessed a strength that belied her form and a beauty that outshone the fabled white elves. Yet, she was subdued. The Amazons seethed with fury, their pride wounded, but even they could not deny Arthur’s might. When word reached Zeus that one of his daughters lay in a coma and another had surrendered, his wrath was as a thunderstorm on the horizon.
Zeus, the feared sovereign of Eurus, descended upon the island with the fury of the gods. His attempt to slay Arthur with his own divine hands was thwarted by Alfred, the nanomachine guardian of Arthur’s very being.
The Amazons, bound in servitude to the Olympus lineage since the days of Emperor King Pendragon, were unaware that Arthur was ignorant of his heritage. Zeus, a tyrant who had lain with his daughters and slain his queen without cause, was now faced with Arthur’s next challenge, Athens, a Grand Master. and under normal conditions, they couldn't fight against each other, because they were of different levels, but Zeus convinced, or killed someone.
- Mr. A (paused, his hand trembling as he reached for his medicine): Terra, the pills. (he rasped)
- The housekeeper (a beacon of care in the dim room, approached with the medication): Here, boss. And a slice of cake for the little boy. (said, offering a warm smile to Grey)
- The housekeeper (smiles): Bon appetit Grey, and boss, your lunch is almost ready...
- Mr. A (looks at the housekeeper, smiles): Thank you Terra, always attentive.
- Grey (indulged in the simple pleasure of cake)
- Mr. A (continued, his voice now a whisper of steel): Athens, trained by the mightiest monks, samurais, murims, and ninjas, was a force of nature, a fusion of grace and savagery. At the tender age of nine, Arthur faced her in the championship final.
The battle was a spectacle of brutality. Athens, under orders from Zeus, was to end Arthur’s life. Yet, as she unleashed her fury upon him, Alfred’s self-defense protocols awakened within Arthur, turning the tide. With a display of ferocious power, Arthur shattered Athens’s limbs, her agony a silent scream that echoed through the stunned crowd.
Zeus, his pride shattered, departed the island with his battered daughter, vowing vengeance upon the boy who had defied the gods. Arthur, now a champion, had earned the fear of Queen Cassandra and the enmity of Zeus. In the shadows of triumph, Princess Andromeda toiled in the laboratory, her work shrouded in secrecy.
Arthur, haunted by the specters of his past, became a figure of enigmatic allure, his presence weaving a spell over the maidens of his age. Hera, cast out by her own father, found solace in the queen's embrace on the island, a sanctuary amidst the brewing storm of intrigue. Brunhilde, the counselor with a viper's heart, schemed in the shadows against Arthur.
At the cusp of a decade, Arthur's world unraveled as he stumbled upon a hidden enclave, a cabin shrouded in the forest's embrace, a portal to an underground bastion of secrets. Cloaked in disguise, he ventured into the bowels of the earth, where the sight of expectant Amazons and a macabre collection of human bones confronted him. Questions, dark and deep, clawed at his mind, demanding answers that no child should know.
The revelation of Brunhilde's pregnancy struck Arthur like a thunderclap, for she harbored a venomous desire for his end. Time marched on, and spies dispatched by Princess Andromeda returned with dire news, the United Kingdom was a shadow of its former glory, King Aca's tyranny had shackled the people, and Arthur's brothers were no more, their lives extinguished by the king's insatiable thirst for power.
Amidst the turmoil, Arthur sought refuge in the forbidden knowledge of the Amazons. He delved into the mysteries of their vanishing, a phenomenon tied to the island's cloaking veil, the Amazons' eternal youth, and the arcane energy that fueled both the island and Zeus's dominion.
As Arthur and Hera honed their skills with the blade under the queen's tutelage, Andromeda's team unearthed a discovery that would change the course of history, cold fusion. Yet, this breakthrough was destined to fall into Zeus's grasp. Arthur's brilliance shone bright, his intellect outpacing even the learned scientists, yet Andromeda insisted he pursue the path of education.
In Arthur's third year on the island, the time of learning cast a shadow over the students. Hera departed for the Future Academy, a bastion of nobility and knowledge, leaving behind the palace that had grown accustomed to the tempest of their debates.
During a tranquil picnic in the palace gardens, Arthur confessed to witnessing his father's execution, a memory that haunted his every waking moment the same hands that saved Hera had been stained with the blood of his foes.
As Hera set sail for the academy, the palace exhaled a sigh of relief, the echoes of her and Arthur's heated exchanges fading into silence.
- Grey (his face smeared with the remnants of cake, rose to his feet): Mr. A, I'm off to lunch. See you later, okay? And don't you go dying on me. (he said with a hug)
- Mr. A (with cake on his shirt, sighs) “This kid, I’m completely dirty…” (smiles despite the mess)
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