The Chronicle of the Heir, Part I. "How The Heir came to be." The Chronicle begins itself within the confines of caverns, in which that of an heir is born, a male heir in an empire most matriarchal with every other being that of an heiress, this empire is large and vast and inherently oppressive within its nature, separated by that in different castes. The heir is considered something of an anomaly, for it was the first male amongst its caste. The caretakers of this heir to be are left at a crossroads at its discovery after having felled its foster bull-shark, looking over it, the young heir snuggles itself close towards its foster-parents butchered and slaughtered corpse, it lets out that of a several small, adolescent croaks. the fate of the child left within the hands of the bloodied hands of its caretakers. The child is taken from the clutches of its dead guardian and taken towards the army, a large, imperialist force serving directly underneath the very whims of an empress, there are instructions given to ensure that the child does not survive to reach adulthood, that its corpse be found that on a battlefield away from the borders of the kingdom. The child is taken and from a young age, conditioned and trained for its purpose as a weapon of destruction, as the sweeps pass, it faces that of torment, of abuse encouraged by his superiors and pushed onto his lessers, he is beaten, kicked, and goes through such torment that I choose to obfuscate the specific details for the sanity of the reader, but understand this, he does not come out okay. Far from it. For he suffers of Depersonalization, a consistent depression drooping over their mind due to their lifestyle and treatment, tying only his self-worth from being strong. For that was the only thing that he believed would earn him some semblance of better treatment, of being a better, more efficient tool. He believes that others would only see his worth in how fast he can cull, and a deep-seated fear of if he even escaped his situation, he would not be able to forge himself a purpose beyond violence and carnage for he never had the chance to develop skills and interests outside of his occupation, nor was he allowed to indulge in the whimsy of childhood whilst within a trench line on some backwater province whilst not even being fully grown. Not to speak on how his life had made his perspective on love, for he was born to be a lover, a softhearted, gentle soul, yet corroded by the very life granted before him to stay in line and engage in the mindless violence, his perspective on his self-worth affecting such. A delusion of sorts that not only did those in the army despise his existence, but so did the entire nation. Entrenching a belief that the only sort of love he will be able to participate in would be that of a potent-arch rivalry, or in Alternian terms. "Black Romance." Yet, silently still. His pusher thumped, begging, whimpers in the back of his mind for someone to see him as more than just a rival, more than just a tool to be utilized, but instead.. a person, to be treated with some semblance of basic decency. The first time he would experience this would be that of when a great hero of another regiment, higher status than he due to him being kept as the lowest standing intentionally by the previous regiment he was assigned to, spoke out of his outrage towards the mistreatment of the HEIR of the empire for so long, whom looked as if he had been fighting for hundreds of sweeps straight without any respite, the man is about 10 sweeps old when this occurs. The mans name was Gurnet, to the heir, Gurnet was the closest thing he had to a parental figure aside from his first father. He stuck to him close, looking up towards him for advice. As part of this new regiment, the heir for once feels.. safer, he is upon a transport ship when he is mysteriously invited into a digital group chat, in which, invited by one named "symphony" he would be met with several other figures in such to beta test a new "game" of sorts. In this game, he met two whom he was closest two. The nicest of those within the group-chat, he stuck to them close. They were but the kindest souls he had ever met aside from Gurnet. These two were to be his closest partners, an emotional bond between the three of them as tight as ever. Formed within the back of a club within that of the home-region of this empire, the one he had yearned to come-back too. Speaking of- His regiment had finally found themselves back within the capital, within the main province of this empire, A place he thought he would never get to go to, he thought he'd never get to see it, but in due time.. he would eventually meet with the others at a club, they would introduce themselves.. this experience was new.. it was.. nice, of course, they had all dressed in what I would call "Gaudy" club outfits, the heir specifically in ripped jeans, dance shoes, a biker jacket with a denim jacket over it and shades. But aside from that, as time passed, suspicion was brought upon on what the game was, the six mysterious figures, going by various aliases, said it was a game they had played before but failed and informed them of the process the game would begin, it was a game that would be the beginning of a whole new dimension, a new realm for them to say that they had truly created for themselves! but at the cost of the precious realm, the previous dimension.. A variety of reactions came across each of the players of the game, including the 4 foreigners amongst the 18 and an heiress whom had broken her way into the group-chat. Nevertheless, the time had come.. they had all manage to make their entry into the game through its horrific UI before the inevitable collapse of their realm through the alterations made by the game.. When the Heir entered, the vessel he was in came with him.. but, another present was absent, the man whom he saw as a guardian, gurnet, did not make it, replaced with another. and so the heir wept, accompanied by the ghastly spirit of the empress before the previous realm had collapsed. Only to be comforted by one of their partners through the digital group chat, which would fall under what alternians would call "Red Romance." Thus concludes part 1, the Story of the Heir must continue, the one that shall grant this one his wish, that is. #cw-abuse #cw-trauma #horror #mental-health #abuse #cw-manipulation #coth