Kai's family was as extraordinary as it was divided.
His mother, Sizzel, regal in stature yet humble in life, had silvery-white hair and piercing blue eyes. She was known across the realm not only for her beauty, but for her unshakable will.
Her husband, the mighty Kaka, was her perfect counterpart—fiery, fierce, and formidable. With scarlet hair, blazing red eyes, and a body sculpted like a lion's, he was more than a warrior—he was an empire in motion.
Together, they had five children.
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The eldest son, Kayogara, bore black hair and striking blue eyes. A god among men—gifted with superhuman speed and unmatched strength—he was born for battle.
But his heart bore a shadow.
A deep-rooted jealousy.
He had always assumed the throne of Thronax would be his by birthright.
But his father's gaze… always seemed to favor Kai.
The second brother, Sizo, with white hair and red eyes, was the opposite of his fiery siblings.
Quiet.
Unmoved.
Dangerous.
He chose no sides.
He was a ghost in war—a silent killer whose loyalty belonged only to balance.
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Kai's sisters were different, born under starlit omens.
Kaira, with her blue eyes and flaming red hair, had never spoken a single word since birth.
Not for lack of thought—but because her voice had been taken by fate.
The youngest, Mira, her whitish hair kissed with a pinkish eye colour, walked with difficulty due to a deformity in her left leg.
Yet her spirit never limped.
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And then—
there was Kai.
A boy with raven-black hair, inherited from his grandfather, and eyes as crimson as his father's.
He was small, younger than all…
yet carried within him the stillness of stars and the fire of something ancient.
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Today, the kingdom had gathered.
The heir to the throne would be announced—something the people of Thronax had waited for years.
Atop a golden platform, lavishly decorated with celestial flowers and symbols of ancient power, Emperor Kaka stepped forward.
The air was thick with expectation.
With a voice both stern and commanding, Kaka began,
"My dear people, I know you've waited for this moment…"
The crowd rippled with murmurs—speculation, tension, excitement.
Then Kaka's voice cut through the noise like a blade.
"I, Kaka, your emperor—will now name my successor.
The next heir who will rule Thronax after me…"
He paused.
A weighted silence fell across the kingdom.
Even the wind stilled.
Then came the words that shattered everything "…will be my son… Kai."
A roar rose through the crowd—not of joy, but disbelief.
A boy—just thirteen years old—was named the heir.
Not Kayogara.
Not the warrior.
Not the eldest.
Even Sizzel looked stunned.
But not Kai.
He had always known—somewhere deep within—this moment was destined.
In the shadows of the crowd, Kayogara stood frozen.
His fists clenched.
His lips pressed thin.
The crown, the throne, the people—all stolen from him.
He had trained. He had bled. He had led.
And yet… his father had chosen Kai.
From that moment, something broke inside him.
And something darker began to grow.
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Kaka summoned Kai forward.
As the ceremonial drums echoed, the ancient flame pot was brought forth—a relic used for purification.
A basin of fire. A test of the soul.
Holy water was poured gently over Kai.
Then, with steady steps, he was placed into the flame—untouched by its heat, as if the fire knew him.
When he emerged, he was crowned.
A circlet of gold and starlight set upon his brow.
The new heir of Thronax.
Cheers erupted.
Sizzel wept softly.
Kaka stood tall with pride.
But in the corner, far from the light,
Kayogara watched… alone.
No smile. No applause.
Only a heart burning with rage.
"If the crown was stolen from me…
I will take it back,"
he whispered in his mind.
"Even if it means tearing my family apart."
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