2 The First Prince
For the first time in a hundred years, the radiant rays of a green star illuminated the northern continent of Planet Melicah. Eight of its natural satellites made the blue and black silhouette divine. Four on each side made both the day and night unforgettable. In a vast wilderness full of frozen waters and trees; small, four-legged animals awoke from their hibernation, clambering from their winter burrows. Ice changed to water and rivers came to life. Creatures, standing 50 meters that resembled elephants, held their heads up to welcome the radiant heat all over their bodies. Their thick white fur transformed into its usual colors during this season in the continent. All of the majestic winged creatures flew high up in the sky. They were celebrating the new day with their vibrant wings that were spreading out in the cold spring breeze.
A vivacious city overlooked this blessed place. The city's name was Cosignas, the capital of the Kingdom of Yoahan. Her skyline was filled with luxurious and well-built spacecrafts. Her magnificent skyscrapers pierced the sky like sharp, dazzling blades. The streets bustled with activities. Alien races, that had long limbs with their red furs that were attached to their wings, talked humbly to the merchants. Large scaly creatures witnessed how large feathered mammals swam on the holy ponds. White primates in space suits were among others who joined the squabble of the City's wide, golden streets.
Robots, reinforced with hard-teal skins over their long extremities, planted each of their crystal green hair strands. They were at the acme of perfection and would be mistaken for lifeforms with a soul if only they were not sipping tar-tea. Some were in the nearby shops having both happy and serious conversations regarding the news that was flashing in the airborne holographic television. Children of all alien races with their innocent laughter played some of their favorite games on Cosignas's wide playground which was still covered with snow. One of the groups of children were throwing a metallic ball high up into the sky, where a silver ring as their goal was at. This game was called Mokto, one of the famous games in the Empire and of the Bizir Galaxy.
Silver armored guards rode their majestic beasts to patrol every corner of the city. The scene where beasts and spacecrafts intertwined was a complicated scene to some, but to those who had lived with it every day, it was a common sight for them. They called those beasts Rothars. These men considered these Rothars to be their Guardians.
A lofty palace stood in the center of Cosignas. Godly men guarded the five large gates. Inside one of the rooms, a handsome young man walked towards the window. His face was written with misery and loneliness. Together with his ethereal blue eyes, he stared at the beautiful rising star. He was only wearing golden silk when he let the soft green light envelop his sculpted body. His aura was one of nobility and he had the ambiance of a divine being. He stopped and leaned when he reached the window. He saw how the one-hundred-year-old ice, melts in the face of the green light. The new life that the season had granted to the continent made his emotions elevate for a bit.
Living for hundreds of centuries made him a star that blazed in the eyes of everyone. Glory, honor, and fame were how this galaxy worked. Killing his enemies, slaughtering clans, destroying countries and conquering worlds; brought him glory, gained him honor and earned him fame in his country, the Empire of Jadase, one of the most powerful and ancient nations in the Bizir Galaxy. It was the fiercest according to all the factions who witnessed the armageddon in their wake. Jadasians was what these beings were called. They were the beings in this part of the Universe who were considered Gods. They could live for hundreds-of-thousands-of-years to even millions-of-years. Living up to their name, they had wings to let them fly; wings that became the foundation of their grandeur and limitless possibilities.
They had clothes that were made from the skins and remains of first-class creatures coupled with minerals of all kinds and wealth. These were woven into Tahibi, luxurious cloth, by their designers who were referred as craftsmen.
Boulevard filled with aesthetic landscapes of lush ornaments and domains of flowers were among the scenes that made up their Central Districts. Strikingly detailed skyscrapers were built in their beautiful cities. Foreigners from other planets who visited their nation called this, 'A place suitable for Gods.' Even though he was the Prince of a great nation or even a God who could kill and control anyone he wanted to, he was still as powerless as an ant to stop the decision of his influential country.
Thoughts regarding the upcoming war haunted his very soul. As the First Prince of the Empire, he knew war was inevitable. Destroying worlds and waging war was the meaning of his life. It was like blowing some dust away, but not in this particular war. The written statement regarding the declaration was given to him just that morning. For the first time, he felt his hands tremble and his stomach knot in a baffling situation.
The Republic of United Elements, one of the independent nations of this Galaxy would face a devastating war in ten years' time. He had thousands of beautiful memories regarding this nation. This was where he first learned how to cherish and love someone deeply. Even throwing everything he had, doesn't worry him. Now that the Empire had given him the orders to conquer it together with the other independent Kingdoms under its domain, he had no choice but to follow, as it was the Imperial Way.
If only he could change destiny itself, he'd do anything even if it would cost his life. His eyes closed as he pondered over the decision he must make. That decision must benefit not himself but the woman he loved. As the King of the Kingdom of Yoahan, Empire of Jadase, he had almost everything at his disposal; he had the power, the fame, and the authority. It was a pity that he didn't have the courage to alter the Imperial Way. Even their ancient Emperors had never been able to change it. Being one of the Commanders-in-chief of the Armed Forces of the Empire, he was tasked to execute the right procedures; of course, as dictated by the order of the Imperial Way.
One way he could save his woman was to take thousands of step towards giving up everything. The first was to organize his Fleet Commanders, Ground Generals, and Officers. The next was to let the heaven decide with time as its witness. "When I first met her, I instantly gave up everything," was the only phrase he'd say to those who called him insane. He opened his eyes before letting out a deep sigh. He took his steps towards the computer hologram and clicked the button.
"Fleet Commanders, Ground Generals and Officers of Yoahan, report to the Kingdoms' Imperial War Hall as soon as possible," he said in their own language, Tivonian, which was widely spoken in that part of the Galaxy.
He changed into his military uniform and vanished without a trace to reappear in a large hall. The War Hall was full of war paintings depicting their endless victory. 500 chairs positioned according to ranking were half occupied by serious all ages of men. Not a single women were amongst them. As the men were the sword and the latter was the shield. Upon seeing him, they all stood up and bowed their heads simultaneously speaking in a very polite and respectful manner,
"Naeyri, Vahan Farha!" (Greetings, First Prince!)
Without anything to say, he sat at the center of the hall surrounded by different textual holograms. He made some refined gestures on his right hand towards the computer hologram and information regarding the upcoming war brought him to hell.
A vivacious city overlooked this blessed place. The city's name was Cosignas, the capital of the Kingdom of Yoahan. Her skyline was filled with luxurious and well-built spacecrafts. Her magnificent skyscrapers pierced the sky like sharp, dazzling blades. The streets bustled with activities. Alien races, that had long limbs with their red furs that were attached to their wings, talked humbly to the merchants. Large scaly creatures witnessed how large feathered mammals swam on the holy ponds. White primates in space suits were among others who joined the squabble of the City's wide, golden streets.
Robots, reinforced with hard-teal skins over their long extremities, planted each of their crystal green hair strands. They were at the acme of perfection and would be mistaken for lifeforms with a soul if only they were not sipping tar-tea. Some were in the nearby shops having both happy and serious conversations regarding the news that was flashing in the airborne holographic television. Children of all alien races with their innocent laughter played some of their favorite games on Cosignas's wide playground which was still covered with snow. One of the groups of children were throwing a metallic ball high up into the sky, where a silver ring as their goal was at. This game was called Mokto, one of the famous games in the Empire and of the Bizir Galaxy.
Silver armored guards rode their majestic beasts to patrol every corner of the city. The scene where beasts and spacecrafts intertwined was a complicated scene to some, but to those who had lived with it every day, it was a common sight for them. They called those beasts Rothars. These men considered these Rothars to be their Guardians.
A lofty palace stood in the center of Cosignas. Godly men guarded the five large gates. Inside one of the rooms, a handsome young man walked towards the window. His face was written with misery and loneliness. Together with his ethereal blue eyes, he stared at the beautiful rising star. He was only wearing golden silk when he let the soft green light envelop his sculpted body. His aura was one of nobility and he had the ambiance of a divine being. He stopped and leaned when he reached the window. He saw how the one-hundred-year-old ice, melts in the face of the green light. The new life that the season had granted to the continent made his emotions elevate for a bit.
Living for hundreds of centuries made him a star that blazed in the eyes of everyone. Glory, honor, and fame were how this galaxy worked. Killing his enemies, slaughtering clans, destroying countries and conquering worlds; brought him glory, gained him honor and earned him fame in his country, the Empire of Jadase, one of the most powerful and ancient nations in the Bizir Galaxy. It was the fiercest according to all the factions who witnessed the armageddon in their wake. Jadasians was what these beings were called. They were the beings in this part of the Universe who were considered Gods. They could live for hundreds-of-thousands-of-years to even millions-of-years. Living up to their name, they had wings to let them fly; wings that became the foundation of their grandeur and limitless possibilities.
They had clothes that were made from the skins and remains of first-class creatures coupled with minerals of all kinds and wealth. These were woven into Tahibi, luxurious cloth, by their designers who were referred as craftsmen.
Boulevard filled with aesthetic landscapes of lush ornaments and domains of flowers were among the scenes that made up their Central Districts. Strikingly detailed skyscrapers were built in their beautiful cities. Foreigners from other planets who visited their nation called this, 'A place suitable for Gods.' Even though he was the Prince of a great nation or even a God who could kill and control anyone he wanted to, he was still as powerless as an ant to stop the decision of his influential country.
Thoughts regarding the upcoming war haunted his very soul. As the First Prince of the Empire, he knew war was inevitable. Destroying worlds and waging war was the meaning of his life. It was like blowing some dust away, but not in this particular war. The written statement regarding the declaration was given to him just that morning. For the first time, he felt his hands tremble and his stomach knot in a baffling situation.
The Republic of United Elements, one of the independent nations of this Galaxy would face a devastating war in ten years' time. He had thousands of beautiful memories regarding this nation. This was where he first learned how to cherish and love someone deeply. Even throwing everything he had, doesn't worry him. Now that the Empire had given him the orders to conquer it together with the other independent Kingdoms under its domain, he had no choice but to follow, as it was the Imperial Way.
If only he could change destiny itself, he'd do anything even if it would cost his life. His eyes closed as he pondered over the decision he must make. That decision must benefit not himself but the woman he loved. As the King of the Kingdom of Yoahan, Empire of Jadase, he had almost everything at his disposal; he had the power, the fame, and the authority. It was a pity that he didn't have the courage to alter the Imperial Way. Even their ancient Emperors had never been able to change it. Being one of the Commanders-in-chief of the Armed Forces of the Empire, he was tasked to execute the right procedures; of course, as dictated by the order of the Imperial Way.
One way he could save his woman was to take thousands of step towards giving up everything. The first was to organize his Fleet Commanders, Ground Generals, and Officers. The next was to let the heaven decide with time as its witness. "When I first met her, I instantly gave up everything," was the only phrase he'd say to those who called him insane. He opened his eyes before letting out a deep sigh. He took his steps towards the computer hologram and clicked the button.
"Fleet Commanders, Ground Generals and Officers of Yoahan, report to the Kingdoms' Imperial War Hall as soon as possible," he said in their own language, Tivonian, which was widely spoken in that part of the Galaxy.
He changed into his military uniform and vanished without a trace to reappear in a large hall. The War Hall was full of war paintings depicting their endless victory. 500 chairs positioned according to ranking were half occupied by serious all ages of men. Not a single women were amongst them. As the men were the sword and the latter was the shield. Upon seeing him, they all stood up and bowed their heads simultaneously speaking in a very polite and respectful manner,
"Naeyri, Vahan Farha!" (Greetings, First Prince!)
Without anything to say, he sat at the center of the hall surrounded by different textual holograms. He made some refined gestures on his right hand towards the computer hologram and information regarding the upcoming war brought him to hell.
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