The man had a few minutes to last. His body was pumped with the tainted blood inside him, and it was too much for a mere Draxion to handle. The moment when the God of Time told him the truth about his changing condition and what happened to his father, he knew this day would come.
“No way, no way,” he murmured as much as he could in his final hour.
It wasn’t his last words, he thought of what to say to the God, what to say to his kid before he was relieved from the pain. And his wife, she was on the scene of the happening, the scene she couldn’t escape. He wanted her to witness it. He wanted her to make sure that this never would happen to his only son.
“Rynak, do you know the reason why this is happening?” the God said.
“Yes…” he forced it out.
He had soaked up too much sin and tainted his own pure blood. It was a matter of time ‘till all of the tainted blood pushed all the remaining clean blood out of his body and completely took control. He was to become a Wilder, a loyal servant to the Eternal Darkness.
“I had warned you and your father that this was a great risk, and yet the two of you ignored it. This is the result of your ignorant action,” the God still had the time to lecture the dying husband—feeling angry and pitiful.
“I… all I want… is a final request…” he was on his knees, drinking his own blood to keep himself from losing control.
“I am nothing but your advisor, I grant nothing. But I’ll hear this request.”
“P—please… take pity on my son… don’t—don’t let him suffer like this.” Then he turned to his wife. “Esther.”
“I love you, please, please don’t leave me!” she tried to touch him, but the God forced her back and away from him.
“I’ve gotten too far, Esther. Keep this… a s—secret, don’t let him… know until he’s ready… be strong, my love.” The final drop of his own blood was pressed out. “And see to that he will become a great king, will you?”
The God hurriedly placed his palm on the now dead Rynak and the newly born Wilder, chanting, “Be gone Wilder! Let the Queen of the Underworld take you to where you belong!”
Wilders were muscular creatures that had skins of lavender to shield themselves during the night, strong and sharp teeth to sink their virus into their victims. Their eyes were blinded by the Eternal Darkness, showing no pupil, and their ears and reproductive organs were no longer with them—fallen off and disintegrated. Their nose was the only tool that could make the distinction between their kin and prey. Wilders had no hair on their head or any other parts of their body but only a smooth yet sturdy skin. Their claws were tough as a bear and longer than the grizzlies, though they retained their humanoid feet, only growing a few inches bigger. They weren’t the creature that was praised by the Eternal Darkness; they were merely expendable for the Eternal Darkness to toy with. The transformation from a normal humanoid being to a Wilder only took a total of a third of a second, making the Wilder extremely dangerous when guards were down.
Magic symbols appeared below the Wilder. Just as the Wilder finished its transformation, the God was done with his spell. Large and dark purple-like claws emerged from the ground to tightly hold a grip on the Wilder and pulled it down to the Underworld. He sighed, having to do this to the people he was forced to serve once again had made him weary. Esther rushed to the ground on where her husband was… and wept for his death. The God didn’t like scenes like this, even if he had watched many other similar plays. He couldn’t get over the human emotions that all these people had taken form.
Although the God did know what to do in a scene like this, he kneeled down to the same level as her and comforted her. The other thing that he helped her was by reversing the room back to before it started happening, cleaning all the blood that was everywhere and especially on Esther herself. He put her in a sleep, to relax herself from the real world while her mind might be tormenting her in the dream world, and quietly left the room.
The God made a left and followed his memory to where the man’s son was. He opened the door, seeing how the boy was still up this late, and made a small lecture, “Now, William, you shouldn’t be up this late. Go to sleep, boy.”
William, smiling gleefully, said, “No.”
Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, he threw William to his bed and said again, “Go to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” he agreed without another fight.
Smiling, the God patted the boy’s head and mumbled, “You’re going to become a great king, and I’m not going to let that happen to you. I might have banished many Wilders before, but the last two are the most difficult ones I ever had to do.”
William stayed down, listening to his quiet mumbles, not understanding them.
The Exzel kingdom was found in the Frendel Forest and was created by the Exzel tribe in 248 crean. The current crean was 266 in the planet Draxe, one of the planets created through Earth’s medieval fantasy. William was eighteen years old by then, almost reaching nineteen. How the Exzellians got their small kingdom and their impenetrable defense was through the deal with the God of Time himself.
What was the deal? Whoever could obtain the fairy queen inside the Frendel forest would win. Out of luck, the tribe leader outsmarted the God of Time himself and captured the fairy queen along with the finding of an abandoned castle that was now the Exzel Kingdom. With the fairy queen under control, the founding of the castle, and the deal won, heaven was singing for the Exzellians.
It was a fair game and the Time of God agreed to become the Exzel’s advisor forever or until they fall. He was amazed at the Exzel’s trickery that he decided to break the rules and allowed the Exzel’s leader and his sons to Earth. After achieving human information, they began the building of villages around the castle and improving it anytime they could. The small abandoned castle soon grew to a size for a kingdom. The defenses of the castle were beyond anybody’s armies combined. The forest that surrounded the castle and the fairies that have turned to allies made it effortless to fend off enemies. No one had breached into the inner forest and had yet returned, and they intended to keep it that way.