The Astarte Kingdom—birthplace of countless adventurers' dreams. But far from its bustling capital and thriving trade towns, beyond the riverways and the clamor of merchants, lay a quiet little settlement: Uruste Village.
Nestled between golden fields of grain and deep forest groves, Uruste was a peaceful place, home to hardworking farmers, blacksmiths, and simple folk—most of them human.
Yet among these humble people lived a family unlike any other.
On a misty spring morning, Amanda Meledric, a young woman with flowing crimson hair and radiant crimson eyes, gave birth to a child. The villagers often whispered about her—about her strange, ethereal beauty, the shimmer in her voice, the way flowers seemed to bloom faster wherever she walked. Amanda was no ordinary human. She was a Fae, one of the rarest beings in the human realm.
Her son, born with jet-black hair and gentle hazel eyes, was named Ares Meledric.
Ares' father, a human adventurer, had vanished months before his birth during a dangerous expedition. The news came quietly—delivered in a sealed letter alongside a broken pendant. Amanda wept only once. Then she vowed to raise her son alone. She was not entirely without help, for her mischievous younger sister, Testia—also a Fae with a deep connection to nature—soon came to live with them.
Time passed.
Ten years later came the Day of Class Revelation. For every child in the Astarte Kingdom, it was a rite of passage. Ares, now ten, traveled to Mavela City—the kingdom's grand capital—to receive his official Class and Rank.
When he returned, his expression was unreadable. Standing before his mother, whose youthful beauty had not faded a single day since his birth, he brought up his status window for her to see.
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Ares Meledric
Level: 1
Rank: E
Title: None
Strength: 0
Mana: 0
Vitality: 0
Dexterity: 0
Intelligence: 0
Agility: 0
Race: Half-human, Half-fae
Class: Tamer
Magic: None
Ability: Tame – 100% Taming Chance
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"My Class… is Tamer," he said quietly.
"My Rank… is E."
The room went still. Even the breeze outside seemed to hold its breath.
Ares lowered his head, unsure whether to feel shame or disappointment. He stared at the glowing window. No magic. No strength. No hope… Was this all he was meant to be?
But Amanda smiled—no, she beamed. She pulled him into her arms, holding him as if he had returned from war a hero.
"That's wonderful," she whispered, her voice trembling. "A Tamer… you're truly your father's son."
Confused, Ares looked up. He had expected pity. Maybe even sadness.
But all he saw was love.
He didn't understand what made a Tamer so special, nor why his mother looked like she might cry from happiness. Yet he smiled anyway—because her smile made everything feel okay.
Meanwhile, deep in the forest, someone watched from afar. A figure cloaked in brown, cradling an egg in his arms.
"You are the one," the stranger murmured.
"Ares Meledric."