PROLOGUE

Thousands of thousand years ago, when the world is still young, a certain Utopia rises in the vast seas above the horizon. It omits a luminous light that allures different creatures –giants, beasts, fairies, angels, demons, werewolves and even humans, millions of miles away. It was a strong kingdom showered with prosperity.

However, the people live in conflict. Everyone wants to stand out more than anyone in wits and in power, and so, an internal war occurs. Thousands have died and the world went into chaos. The throne of the Ultimate was threatened. Other lands join forces trying to conquer the crown. But, the Ultimate King was a freak keen. Before everything turns into a burning hell, he divided the utopia into three realms: the Burgh Xelestia which comprise the Lightens, the Neitheria which holds the Darkens, and the Alluvium which contains the Mortals.

The Lightens are monstrous beings who fed on flesh and blood. They are wild humanlike pale creatures with bloodlust screaming in their veins. The Darkens are the deadly beasts of the dark power mostly composed of the beasts, demons, werewolves, and other beastly beings. They are the rulers of the nether world. And then, the Mortals which are considered as commoners –the lowest caste in the Utopia. Since mortals don’t possess any power, most of them are servants and slaves.

The Ultimate King has then bestow the absolute order, “Submit to the strong!”. They say, if one realm break the order, the curse will eat their souls and throw them in the black hole, the place with no ends.

Then, years have passed and the cold war ended. A new king was born as the new era emerge. With the power of the Ultimate King, he is proclaimed as the ruler of the Utopia and the three realms. He is Caelus, the King of Light. He has been seen as a god and a protector of the Utopia. The people are amazed and astonished by his prominent greatness.

So, they offer him a gift.

The most beautiful maiden with purity and sanity –the queen of Alluvium, Neferu. The pure maiden has burden the curse of the weakest. Despite her power as the queen of mortals, their impotent makes them the target of slavery and she has no choice but to oblige to the absolute rule and submit herself to the new king.

She leaves the mortal realm and rises above the skies to serve the Light King. Neither do they know, the fate has played its trump card. The two has broken the unspoken rule and fall in love with each other. But, in their despair, Caelus was afraid to loss his power as the Ultimate king so Neferu was left, betrayed by her love. The Light King disowned her and throw her back in the Mortal realm.

Neferu was hated. Her people dash daggers of insults and loathe. But they noticed something. A new seed was holding the string to life inside the maiden’s womb. Neferu was bearing the child of Caelus. Nevertheless, she was a forsaken woman thrown in the deepest despair of life. She has lost her throne and her lover betrayed her. And then, another curse was bestowed upon her.

The being who was considered a pure curse that wields the power of calamity. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed in instant or the world will be in a dreadful disaster. A child of opposite races –a Lighten and a Darken child, a Lighten and a Mortal Child, and, a Darken and a Mortal child. They are called-

“What are you reading?”

“It’s an Archaeon book. I bought it in the relic market.”

The blast wind of the winter thrilled the whole ruins. The flipping sound of the book’s pages has echoed the place as the two girls cowers in cold. It is the Abyss, the empty place where deserted and runaway people gathered. The route that connects the Alluvium and the Neitheria.

Generally, this place is used for illegal slavery bargains and immigration spot. For years, the severed relationship between the Burgh Xelestia and Neitheria became more distant and the Alluvium’s people was divided by their beliefs of survival. And the people that has gathered in the Abyss are those who have went against both the opposing realms.

“Father has called us. The buyer has arrived,” the sadness has covered her voice as she caressed the girl in front of her. “Aria, you should be good, okay?”

These kids are sell as slaves through illegal bargains. A sad reality for the Utopian people who were thrown out and abandoned.

“Is this the place?” A Dybbuk has appeared in front of the ruins. Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs.

“Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

The Dybbuk gestures to Aria saying, “Come”, while giving a signal to the manticores to ready for take-off. Aria shaking in awe steps forward embracing her things tightly into her chest. “Thank you for taking care of me, Mr. Daemon.” Aria, bids a farewell with a smile to his father.

As they move towards the endless route, Amelia runs toward the door waving her hand high as much as she can, “ARRIIAAAA!! Take care!” Aria looks at the wagon’s window and smile to her sister for the last time. It was short, but the orphan Aria formed a bond with the green Daemon family in a deserted city of no rules to follow.

Fast as the wind, the wagon has enter the city of the burning village. It was the entry to the Darken realm, the Neitheria. The remaining light at sight were enveloped by the darkness little by little. The cold air was changed into a hot breeze of a warm atmosphere. From afar, they can see the fire-like village with a blue flame as its sole light.

The road is filled with exotic, dreadful and evil creatures. The houses are old big trees, a fairylike threshold but more dark and evil. The lights are only blue that gives one a cold vibes but the air is hot.

"Aahhhh!", Aria was shocked to see the big orcs that shakes the ground as they move a step. They are walking like giants in the road, and one took a look at her that made her tremble in despair.

"Who are you?"

The girl is even more shocked when the Dybbuk sniffs her intensely. She noticed her lost control of her power and her disguise was dispel. "Y-you.."

"A Crossbreed!"

The Dybbuk cowers in fear and immediately jump unto her to kill her. However, Aria is a wielder. Since the Dybbuk is a spirit, it was eaten by her magic. She went out of the wagon at once and blended with the dark elves as her power erases her trace. But before the Dybbuk was totally devoured by darkness, he was able to send a signal to the manticores.

The manticores run wild and screams, "Karāsa nasala!", warning the village of the threat. Everyone went to panic and the village rains havoc and everything turns void...but--

There was someone standing in the center of the village. Covered with a cloak, she walks forward to the ends of the blue flame village as her shadow covered the darkness...

In ancient times, there was an existing being who was considered a pure curse that wields the power of calamity. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed in instant or the world will be in a dire catastrophe. A child of opposite races –a Lighten and a Darken child, a Lighten and a Mortal Child, and, a Darken and a Mortal child. They are called-

The Crossbreeds.