Star King Chronicles

The young boy placed his hand on his chest. A grin grew wide on his face. "I am the king and savior of this world!"

Forenus laughed. He clutched his head and shook it. "The king and savior of this world? What makes you think that? You're a child, barely clothed, standing without an army."

The boy stroked his chin. The man was right, but it was easy enough to rectify. He went first to the servants. "May I have some clothes, please?"

One of the maids gingerly offered up the robe of a priestess that she had on hand to help disguise their Mistress.

"Perfect! Thank you!" The boy wore it over his fig leaves. The cloth was rather too large for him, causing the sleeves to flop around as he moved.

He then looked at the man and stood with a proud expression on his face. "Ehem, now I am a child, clothed and standing with an army!"

Forenus had half the mind to capture the child to be his jester. He had not laughed this hard in quite some time.

"You amuse me to no end, child. But it's all over now. You are her son, correct? You are quite impressive; she has trained you well."

The boy tilted his head in confusion. "My mother did not train me. In fact, this is the first time I'm meeting her."

The Great Marquis narrowed his eyes. He was here to capture Princess Myrym to hold her as a negotiation piece. He had no idea of a son, especially one that seemingly came out of nowhere, and now he's saying he just met her.

"You just met her? So, who trained you? The warriors from House Yuseff? From your father's side?"

The young man scratched his cheek, blinking with an awkward stare. "I don't know my father. I just know that the woman who was in my arms is my mother."

The soldiers around Forenus advanced, however, he raised his hand up, stopping them in their tracks. "Where are you from?"

The boy looked up at the night sky. Memories of an inky void filled with white dots flash in his head.

"Up there." He raised his hand up, pointing to the heavens above.

Forenus stared at the stars, his mind racing with possibilities. The child did not seem like he was lying. He was also quite strong too. His curiosity was piqued.

He took a step forward towards the child. "When were you born?"

The boy perked up. This was a question he definitely knew. "Oh, I was born just a few minutes ago!"

Forenus's eyes widened. If this were true, he would have been born around the same time as the Promised Prince. Could they be related in some way?

"What is your name?" 

The child shook his head. "I don't have one. I was told that my mother would give me my Name."

"Interesting, you have a suspicious story, child. There is no way for me to prove it now, but I came here to take your mother, not to chat."

The Great Marquis was going to test his power, fortitude, and strength. If the boy proved worthy enough… he would take him instead. If he was unworthy… well.

Death could have him.

The child stood firm, his eyes now glittering gold as anyone who could look at the stars could see that they were sparkling.

Forenus waved his hand, and in an instant, all of his men retreated back to the ships. "Are you sure you desire this fight? Who would take care of your mother when you're gone?"

"What a silly question. I will never be gone, and I will always take care of my mother. Don't worry; I will take care of you and your men as king. You have my word."

He turned his back to wave at the maids and butlers. "You all need to go now; keep my mother safe from the fight, please."

The servants all nodded before they scurried away from the confrontation. They headed towards the forest, keeping an eye on what was to come.

The boy and the Marquis grinned at each other, neither one backing down. At once, both parties rushed to each other at blindingly fast speeds, so fast that after-images were left in their wake.

They clashed in the air, sending shockwaves so powerful that the sand and water around them erupted outwards. Even the trees began to bend and break apart from just the sheer force alone.

Forenus was surprised. The power this boy held definitely was not something an ordinary man could hold. But was it worthy enough? He would need to find out.

The boy grabbed the Great Marquis's arm while they were in the air and threw him into the sea. 

Any ordinary man would have been flattened by the blow. However, Forenus was no ordinary man. He simply backflipped over the water, landing on the surface without sinking.

"You have the strength, but how shall you deal against Magick?"

The young man tilted his head. "Magick?"

Forenus raised his arms, and the waters beside the beach began to shake and boil. He did not think he would resort to this so soon, but he needed to test this boy and all his abilities.

"You do not have the faintest clue as to what I refer to?"

The sea around the Great Marquis blossomed into a whirling mass of tendrils empowered by his will! It was the great sorcery embedded within that allowed him to control waters to his every whim.

"Allow me to educate you then."