PROLOGUE
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Far, far away in the infinite depths of the eternal universe, there existed a rich and prosperous galaxy, named Eyel, an illustrious name given by the assembly of the great wizards, and which meant in the ancient language - domain of the winged, for this galaxy was distinguished from all others by the beauty and power of this race.
The winged were a proud and talented people with destructive power, whose mother star, a planet as immense as it was fertile, bore the name Yzvalthes. A name chosen by its creator, a ruler cursed in body and mind, whose wings were broken by his own son as punishment for his sins. The latter, now emperor in his turn, poured all his magic on the once deserted lands of the planet to honor his father, and thus keep their history alive.
And so it was.
And over the centuries, Yzvalthes, as magical as ever but with a dazzling modernity, had become the center of Eyel, and in the heart of which the winged people themselves had built a high city that they gave to the imperial family as a home, and which has since been considered sacred by all.
But this perfect front was not to last, even if nothing could alter their power and prestige.
An internal war soon broke out between the ruling families.
An imperial branch blessed with infinite talent and boundless ambition became the pinnacle of Yzvalthes. Jealoused and feared by the rest, the rest allied themselves and banished them from the empire forever.
Were they too happy to do so? The important thing for them was that they left and founded a new empire on a new planet in another galaxy.
The peace brought about by this earth-shattering incident was shaken by another branch who also wanted supreme power, and whose members, after being defeated, were exiled to a near-death planet as punishment.
Shaken in spite of themselves by these far-reaching and atrocious events, Yzvalthes were relentlessly attacked by neighboring nations. The most ferocious of these was Aedor, a people gifted in the mastery of the magical element, and therefore desirous of the secret of the unrivalled magic of this sublime and peerless people.
The conflict was not to last, however, as an unexpected, significant but strangely forgotten occurrence put an end to what almost became a system war.
However, these large-scale confrontations left their scars, as well as severing friendly relations between peoples and alliances in various fields.
Yzvalthes succeeded, as expected, in bringing peace to those around him, and regaining what they had momentarily lost. However, Aedor, more tenacious and rebellious than the others, held firm, until the other nations who suffered directly from their discord forced Aedor to give up. The latter eventually did so, but under certain conditions.
Yzvalthes accepted only half of them. However, the sovereigns of the two peoples, powerful and wise, and having managed to share a deep friendship, despite what separated and opposed them, were able to find the words and gestures to appease their subjects and accept this commitment to peace.
The official news spread across the system and promised to usher in a new era for the galaxy, one that all peoples had agreed to call "the dawn of time."
The unique and historic event that, after a universal vote, would be realized and celebrated on Aedor.
The new Emperor of Yzvalthes, hiding his sorrow and torment, prepared himself for one of the greatest achievements of his reign. But before that, he had to accomplish a very important and sensitive mission: to accompany his nephew to the planet Maldeos to entrust him to the great galactic foundation of Gaazal.
However, with each birth of light and its pure desire to spread its glittering wings to illuminate every being with its beauty, the darkness, tempting and destructive, emerged in turn to extinguish it. VARDOG, the organization of evil, led by a being as powerful as he was elusive, had recruited the most sordid beings imaginable: traitors, assassins, forgers and all those who worshipped darkness, and worse, ensured the unconditional loyalty of these damned souls.
Conscious or not, the clairvoyants sensed the coming of a great change, but it did not necessarily mean a change for the better.
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CHAPTER 1
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The gigantic vessel crossed space illuminated by infinite stars. Outwardly, it was a neutral vessel, dark and fast, but inside, every wall was engraved with the imperial coat of arms of the reigning clan of the planet Yzvalthes - the Jeugolk clan or, more simply, the winged clan.
The coat-of-arms was composed of various circles of different sizes and thicknesses, in the middle of which stood a pair of formidably designed wings.
Officers were busy in the operations room, dressed in black and green combat suits bearing the crest of the family they served. Some watched their screens carefully to keep an eye on the outside in the event of an attack, deliberate or not, others guarded the vital corners of the room, and still others controlled the trajectory of the enormous vessel.
The head of the group controlling the ship's progress called out to their chief.
"Captain?"
The latter advanced towards him.
"Yes?"
"We're 6000 thousand Eken from the planet Maldeos. We'll be landing in half an hour."
"Good, good work. I'll inform His Majesty."
"Yes, Captain. Thank you, Captain."
The chief was a tall, massively built man whose jumpsuit differed from the others in its cleverly placed silver contours along its length, as silver as his short, almost non-existent hair.
He took a deep breath, walked solemnly to the back of the room and disappeared in a cloud of stellar dust.
He made his way to the highest part of the ship, where the members of the ruling family they were escorting were seated.
He appeared slowly in the throne room, emitting as much luminous dust as possible to announce his presence, and stepped forward again solemnly towards the person occupying the imperial seat.
The room was vast, made almost entirely of glass to give an astonishing view of infinite space shining with stars.
The person that occupied the place wasn't actually handsome, but rather fascinating, exuding a mysterious, rigid aura befitting an emperor, and especially the emperor of a people as legendary and powerful as the winged ones.
His lean face was covered by curly crimson hair. His eyes were of the same tone, gazing unseeing at this shimmering borderless space, and reflecting at this moment, what was truly unusual, doubts and sadness.
"Majesty?" called the head of the guard, but there was no reply.
"Majesty," he insisted, for it was his duty.
The emperor took a deep breath and turned to the captain.
"Yes?"
"We're half an hour from the planet Maldeos."
Jiide Jeugolk looked at the chief guard as if what he was saying was absurd.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Majesty."
The sovereign had no choice but to nod and sighed again.
"Very well, thank you."
The captain hesitated, then ventured to ask.
"All's well, Majesty ?"
Jiide Jeugolk hesitated too, then raised his head.
"Do you have any children?"
The captain shook his head.
"Not yet, Majesty."
"Nor have I. But I feel I understand every parent so well, to experience what they experience with their offspring."
He gave a hoarse laugh.
"I know how to run an empire, at least as right as anyone can, well I hope, but bringing up a child...that's another matter altogether. In a way, it's terribly more difficult. I'll always wonder whether or not I'm right to make this decision instead of that one, to decide on what I think is for his good."
"I think the most important thing is to do the best you can, Majesty." the chief guard advanced, trying to comfort his sovereign, who was showing genuine heartbreak on his face.
"That's what I should be telling myself too, but it's not really working. This trip, for example, is it really the best solution...what do you think, Captain?"
But the chief guard didn't have time to answer, even if an answer existed, because a bluish light suddenly illuminated the room. The two occupants turned in unison towards the source of this light, and saw a comet pass by not far from the ship.
They stared at it for a moment in silence until it disappeared, caught up in the murky waves of the universe. Then Jiide stood up and, after giving his chief guard a word, headed for one of the two doors in the room that didn't lead to a corridor.
He stood in front of the door for a moment, then opened it. The room he entered was as vast as that of the throne, but seemed smaller because of the countless objects in it, as diverse as they were colorful, toys, furniture of particular design, clothes and supplies scattered everywhere, but there was no trace of the owner of all these items and who was also responsible for their disorder. Jiide looked everywhere but couldn't find him. Then he heard his voice.
"Well, surprised, aren't you?"
The voice came from above. The emperor looked up, and saw him kneeling on the ceiling, a big smile lighting up his face.
"Always..."
The smile didn't last as the magic he used to hold himself to the ceiling suddenly disappeared and he fell heavily to the floor.
"...of your clumsiness."
The young boy got to his feet and dusted off his jumpsuit, which was the same royal blue and gold tone as his uncle's and beautifully crafted.
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