In the beginning, the world was at peace, there were many kingdoms that had been established such as Pumilia, Arcanus, Listmyca and Eldenmore but the kingdom of Elderith was known to be the central focus point and the one with the most power.
But as time had passed, more civilizations would begin to grow, some of these kingdoms wanted to conquer the kingdom of Elderith and plan to overthrow them.
*One day*
The Eldenmorians began to attack and pillage the kingdom, they began to wreck havoc and enslave most of the Elderithians.
The Eldenmorian army was led by Officer Odopholis, a young prodigy who was also a brutal tactician and a man with a ruthless way of fighting his opponents.
"Alright now, from now on, I'm in charge of this whole foley, do you all understand?! Now get to work, I'm not gonna sit here all day waiting for slackers..." Officer Odopholis shouted, as he crossed his arms, standing by them as he spat on the ground to mock their class level.
The Elderithian army were overwhelmed by the Eldenmorians numbers and through brutal tactics, Odopholis was able to put the kingdom of Elderith under his rule for the past ten ears
But little did he and the Eldenmorians know, the elders of the kingdom of Elderith had a back up plan, they were told of a certain prophecy of the coming of the one that will save the day and bring glory to their kingdom.
"Listen everyone, we have gathered all of you here today for one purpose, no more will we suffer at the hands of these tyrannical oppressors for the time will come, where a certain person will be born in our dearly beloved kingdom with powers gifted by the gods and they will be the one to liberate us for our suffering." One of the elders stated as he announced to the crowd.
"With that being said, this individual's power will become the cause of significant change across the world. " The other elder stated.
"Brothers and sisters, we must believe and have faith for the person is the only hope that this kingdom ever has in triumphing over the evil of the other kingdoms." Another one of the elders stated.
All of the people who gathered there will be filled with hope, they had gotten tired of the suffering, the pain of being used as slaves, being worked tirelessly, being separated from their loved ones, so when they heard of this prophesized savior, they clung on to the hope that fateful would day will come.
After that meeting, five years have passed since that event had occurred and the young boy spoken from the prophecy- has been born into the world.
In a small bungalow, near the farms of Elderith, owned by the Creatorius bloodline is where the sound of a crying baby's voice could be heard from around the area.
"It's a boy!" A male voice shouted out, with tears flowing down his face, filled with joy and excitement.
The mother of the baby looked at the baby's eyes and was shocked by how beautiful her son's eyes were.
"What's the matter dear?" The father asked, holding close to her arm.
"Nothing, I was just stunned by how beautiful our son's eyes are, I've never seen eyes like these before but it looks good on him, they're dazzling and shining bright, like a star that shines on the night sky." The mother smiled, gently caressing the cheek of her son.
"What should we name him?" The father asked, putting his arm around his wife.
"Well our precious little boy would probably grow up to be quite a genius, just by looking at him, I can tell he has a creative mind and a bright future ahead..." The mother smiled, gently carrying the baby in her arms, calming him down to sleep.
"I think I'll call him Creo, it's a beautiful name, don't you think?" The mother said, her heart was filled with love and looked at her husband's eyes, waiting for his response.
"I agree as well, it's quite a beautiful name for him..." The father sighed, he wrapped his arms around his wife while watching over their baby.
Creo would grow up under his parents' care, he was taught about basic manners as well as basic things to know such as household chores.
"He's grown up so fast, he went from being a toddler to a boy, I remember the way he would look so cute as a baby as if it was yesterday..." His mother was crying tears of joy, she was looking at her son with adoration and with love.
"I know, he's quite the young boy already, we did a really good job raising him right, I just hope that he has a future in mind and stay on the right track..." His father said as he put his arm around her as they waited for their son to come back.
Creo runs up to them excitingly as he plays pretend, wearing a small cloth as a cape, running around before hugging them. "Hey mommy and daddy, I just want to say something; thank you for the love you give me, I love you both so much as much as you work so much to provide for us..."
Even though he was from a middle-class family, he didn't care about his own status, all he cared about was that he was being loved and treated right by his parents.
His family would save up money and enroll him in a prestigious school, he thought it was fun but it wasn't always a pleasant experience for him.
"I don't know why a plebian like you is enrolled and walking on the same floors as us..." A student cackled in a mocking tone, pointing his finger at him.
But he would gain a friend in the form of a boy named Oskar Overlordus, a boy from a rich noble family with a heart of gold.
"Don't worry, from now on I'll be your friend, pay no attention to those Eldenmorian blood students..." Oskar smiled, reaching his hand out to him.
"But why would you help me, you're both rich born families so I'm sure you'd treat me worse knowing that I'm born from a middle class family..." Creo looked away, his eyes were filled with fear and scared to trust.
"Oh, I promise I'm not your stereotypical evil rich jerk that are in fairy tales and besides we're both Elderithians, we should both stand together against the Eldenmorians like brothers, so what do you say?" Oskar said, he tilted his head and waited for Creo to take his hand.
Creo took his hand and got up and the two of them walked together and started hanging out, for Creo, it was a special moment as he knew that he could find a friend in a time of war.
The two of them would often hang out and act as playmates, with Creo entertaining him a lot and the two would become great best friends.
As Creo hit his teens, he learned and discovered more about the world around him, seeing the people around him suffering and being used as slaves to the Eldenmorians.
Creo clenched his fists and his eyes were filled with rage. "This is just so unfair, people's lives are being treated as nothing more than just inferior creatures, those damn Eldenmorians are nothing but scum who should be leaving this kingdom!"
Oskar noticed his anger and held his wrist and said. "You shouldn't give in to your anger Creo, besides what would you do once you get caught, those Eldenmorians are gonna force you to work under them tirelessly until you die, in fact I've heard tales that they don't even let them return to their families..."
He sighed and continued. "Look I know that you're feeling frustrated and I am too, but now is just not the right time to make a move, give it some time and maybe things will change..."
But things would change forever, at the eve of his birthday, Creo and his friend Oskar went on to discover more about the tale about the Child of the Prophecy.
Oskar opened the book and began to read. "According to the legend, 15 years from now, the child of the prophecy would already have become of age and be ready to fight against the powers of the tyrant, they say that he would possess god-like abilities and that he would be able to change the flow of balance..." He paused for a moment while reading.
Creo noticed his expression and nudged him and asked. "Well go on, continue reading, don't leave me hanging, what does it say?"
"It says that the warrior had ocular abilities as well as being an unpredictable person in combat for his creations...and basing off from what I can tell, I think the child of the prophecy is- you!" Oskar said, looking at him in shock and overwhelmed.
"Me? Pfffffttt- I'm no hero, there's no way I could possibly be that one..." Creo looked away in denial, he couldn't accept that he would be the same hero from the prophecy.
Still in doubt, Creo stormed out and went to the temple seeking to find and talk to the elders in clearing up things about the prophecy.
"Good day, I hope you don't mind me disturbing your time but I just want to reveal to you something..." Creo said shyly, he hesitatingly approached the elders, looking away from them.
"Yes, young boy. You are the chosen one who is destined to liberate us from the suffering that we currently experience right now." The elder proclaimed, raising his hands as if he was telling a tall tale, begging and holding his hands.
"I suggest you prepare yourself young boy, after all you have a big role to fulfill. It's not easy being a hero you know" The elder advised, holding tightly to his cane.
After listening to the advice of the elders, Creo still felt a little overwhelmed and conflicted from what he heard, hesitatingly nods in agreement and leaves the room of the elders.
"We shouldn't rush him but we have no choice, if we want our brothers and sisters to be rid of the oppression at the hands of the Eldenmorians then all of us make a stand and he's our hope in defeating them..." The leader of the elders said.
He headed atop the hills and looked at his birthplace, his kingdom and pondered his thoughts to himself. The sky was dim and filled with clouds, covering the moon and the sky. "If what the elders say is true, then I must be ready to handle my responsibility, to be this kingdom's saving grace..."
From that day, Creo decided to train himself to utilize the potential of his power, days and nights have passed and he would continue to tirelessly exert his body to the max in order to unlock his potential.
"I have big shoes to fill in, since it's my destiny to liberate my people from their despair, then I won't let them down and start my training." Creo said, he took deep breaths and was feeling determined as he began his training.
He proceeded to experiment with his Create ability, starting things small by creating weapons and launching them on practice dummies and trying out weapons that best suit him for battle.
He also tested out his Kontroligan ability and practiced by lifting up his projectile creations as he launched them towards trees and used it as a way to train his eye coordination and his accuracy.
After three months of hard work, Creo felt a strong urge inside of his heart, he was filled with determination and ready to fight for the freedom of the people.
Before getting ready, he used his Create ability and manifested a specialized pair of gauntlets to help boost his ability in generating his creations.
He wore battle ready clothes as he held firmly to his sword as he looked at the area in front of him, his heart was racing, he was unsure if he was truly ready to face the dangers of battle but he knew there was no turning back now, so he went ahead to face the soldiers of Eldenmore.
He fought against a small group, despite relatively no battle experience, he relied on his intelligence and his abilities to clear his way to the battle and managed to triumph against the enemies.
As the days passed by, the prophecy about Creo was no longer a myth but it had now become a real fact to many people, as more and more news about his heroic deeds had spread across the kingdom.
"Now that I have grown stronger and learned how to use my powers, I shall face those who oppose and make my people suffer!" Creo exclaimed, firmly grasping his sword, his eyes were burning with a passion of determination as he defeated a small group of Eldenmorian soldiers.
He became a hero to the people of Elderith, as he brought hope to them during the darkest times of the Eldenmore War colonization.
"No matter what you throw at me, be an army of soldiers or the impossible, I won't stop because I- I am the impossible standing before you!!!" Creo panted a little and exclaimed as he charged towards the Eldenmorian soldiers using his powers.
As he was cornered by Eldenmorian archers, he countered the archers by creating a forcefield to block the attacks, catching them by surprise as he used his Kontroligan Eyes to return the arrows back in their direction.
"I am the undying hope of this kingdom, and I will not go down and continue to fight for them." Creo shouted as he proceeded to slash down his enemies, panting as he grasped tightly on the sword, watching at the pile of bodies on the ground.
*Meanwhile at the enemy camp where the Eldenmorian soldiers currently reside*
"Good evening sir, we've gotten reports from our comrades what appears to be a young teenager slaying down some of our soldiers." The soldier said in frustration, looking away in annoyance and fear in his eyes.
"A teenager huh? Well I guess I don't blame you, young blood these days has gotten stronger and fresher, so I wouldn't say you were all weak..." Officer Odopholis chuckled, taking a sip from his cup.
Officer Odopholis put down his cup and grabbed his sword and unsheathed it. "I remember hearing from one of those old wrinkly men that a savior would come to liberate the people of Elderith from the chains of their oppressors, if that teenager is the same one the elders described, then I guess it's time for me to finally take some action..." His eyes gleamed towards his sword with a devilish smile growing on his face as he set out to find the hero.