THE SUPREMACY

Valkori

HELIAN ROYAL CAPITAL, 921 AE

Flames scorched and consumed all that was left of the Silver Hedge palace, the massive, impregnable and well known architectural wonder of the world had been attacked by an extremely powerful being, one unlike anything that had ever been heard of since the great emergence almost a thousand years ago, for whatever this monster was, it had managed to obliterate the castle's most powerful defenses, and slaughter every member of the Royalé family, the rulers of the Supremacy.

Lord Hector Vernon walked within the ruins, silently observing the chaos and destruction that the unknown entity had left in its wake, the flames of the burning castle had lit up the midnight sky. Lord Hector wasn't alone, a company of sorcerers all dressed in their uniforms wandered around as well, they all seemed to be actively searching for something; survivors

"Hector!!" A man's deep voice called out from a distance, difficult to hear within all the roaring flames and collapsing stones, Lord Hector walked swiftly towards it's direction and met his fellow council man, Lord Shiro, who had accompanied him to this expedition. Lord Shiro lifted a huge boulder off the ground with his strength to reveal a very important discovery, which became evident as Lord Hector's eyes lit up and his jaw dropped, for there lay the princess of the Royalé family, covered in wounds and her own blood, and using all of her last remaining life force to cradle her newborn baby who cried faintly as it was running out of breath and energy.

The princess lifted her head up slowly to see Lord Hector and Shiro who were standing over her, Shiro closed his eyes softly and bit his lip as a tear ran down his left eye, Hector's eyes became watery as well, his heart filled with so much grief that such tragedy had befallen a kind innocent soul like hers, at least it appeared to be.

The princess had very dark brown skin designed with white stripes and marks, including five white dots under each of her eyes, her once beautiful face and skin had been ruined by her wounds and her white and golden garment drenched in her blood, with a feint and tired voice, she called out his name

"Hec...tor..."

He walked closer to her and bent to hear what she had to say, but she said nothing else, only pushing her arms out weakly, and he got the message, instantly relieving her of the child she held, the baby could barely cry at this point as it was already almost dead

"Take care...of her...for me..." The princess muttered and she coughed and spat blood, Lord Shiro knelt down and tried to help relieve her

"Please... Hector..." she added and coughed again. Hector stared into the baby's eyes, it's skin was nearly as dark as her mother's, with a few white stripes and only three white dots above both eyes. Hector used the blood stained cloth that was under the baby to wrap its body completely and held the child to his chest

"What's her name?" he asked, waiting for a response, but heard nothing, he looked back at the dying princess, only to see Shiro pull down her eyelids

"She's dead..." he said coldly before standing up and walking away from her body, Hector sighed and looked back to the baby. "What do we do to it?" Shiro asked, Hector remained silent, he lifted his right hand and drew a circle in the air, opening a portal that led to an unknown location, he looked back at Shiro who was still watching him and nodded, Shiro got the message, they both walked through the portal and it shut behind them, disappearing from the midst of the castle's ruins

*WHAT'S HER NAME?*

KINGDOM OF TREMORE, 936 AE

The battles cries of almost thirty thousand people blasted out of the Grey stone arena, the largest fighting ground in all of the Supremacy with a circumference of about two hundred and fifty meters and thirty thousand seats. The crowd had turned up today to witness one of the most anticipated matches in the games' history, and definitely the most unique one of all time

King Hector sat at the specially reserved Royal section, with the best view of the battleground, he rubbed his short black beard with his fingers and chewed his teeth, eagerly waiting for her to show up.

He adorned himself with the finest royal suit, laced with golden chains and ornaments, and was draped with his purple cloak which also had golden trims, a piece of clothing worn by every king of Tremore in history, passed from each generation to another, it was used to signify the Royal Highness in the Kingdom instead of the usual crown, but Hector also wore a crown today, because he was now more than just the King of Tremore

"I hope you're having a great time your grace" Lord Shiro said, Hector turned his head back to look at him and grinned

"I'm not here for them" he replied, referring to the monsters that were slaughtering each other in the battleground while the crowd cheered on, he picked a golden glass of wine from his side and sipped, Lord Shiro sat on an empty seat by his right;

"It's almost time..." he said

On the battleground, a dozen demons had been placed to fight and kill each other for the crowd's entertainment, they all had humanoid figures but were grotesque, animalistic, and of varying sizes, slicing each other's body parts and consuming themselves like the savage creatures they were

A cage opened up and another demon, much larger than the others walked through, it had the appearance of a giant brown troll with a long reptilian tail and rocky scales all over its body, the monster roared loudly and the whole crowd roared even louder

The massive ring bell was struck and the giant demon charged at the remaining fighters in the ring, instantly destroyed and decapitating them, once it had eaten all their head, it stood at the center of the ground and roared again.

Somewhere within the crowd, three teenage boys sat next to each other, unlike everyone else who were screaming and cheering at the top of their voices, the three boys seemed completely indifferent. Reece sat in the middle of the trio with his arms folded, his bright blue eyes were slightly furrowed as he appeared to be getting annoyed by the carnage

"We came all the way here for this?" Derrick asked, he was the second boy in the trio and sat by the right of Reece, he scratched his nearly bald head and rolled his eyes

"Not exactly, we're just waiting for the champion, any demon that wins this fight would get to face her as the final match, that's what we're waiting for" Damian replied, he was the third boy in the trio, he had very pale white skin which made him look sickly, and was completely covered in a long black cloak, his black curly hair spilled over his forehead and almost covered his eyes, which was a sharp contrast to Reece's shorter and golden blonde hair

"What kind of psychopath asks for a gladiator death match as a fifteenth birthday present?!"

The other two boys looked towards Reece after he aired out his thoughts, it was the first sentence he had made since he stepped into the arena. "Apparently if you're the princess of the Supremacy nothing is off the table" Damian answered

"Guys look..." Derrick said as he pointed towards another gate which was slowly opening up. Dust poured out and chains clanged and buckled as the geared rolled up, and a figure slowly walked out of the darkness

"She's here" Reece thought to himself. Lord Hector leaned forward to get an even better view, and the whole stadium cheered and shouted even louder, louder than ever, they shouted that name, her name, as she walked out into the battleground, into the light

*WHATS HER NAME?*

"VALKORI!!, VALKORI!!!, VALKORI!!!!, VALKORI!!!..."