A few hundred years ago in a kingdom on a faraway land.
There was once a story that is prophesied to happen.
"My King! Another prince has been born!"
"This must be celebrated!"
Said by midwives
"How was my baby?"
"He is alright my Queen. Here."
"Something is..."
"He has mana."
"Yes. But... That's not supposed to be possible. We are just supposed to control mana. Not possess it."
"My Queen. We suggest you go on and rest first."
"Yes."
"Please. My King. Let us take care of the young Prince first."
"Go on."
The baby is then taken away and the midwives took care of it until the next day.
"How is my baby now?"
"Here he his. My Queen."
The person then left her alone with the newborn baby.
"How is my son?"
"He is alright, dear."
"Him possessing mana. This is an impossible scenario."
"Yes. But..."
"I know. It's clearly strong. That mana within him could rival the control of a good student if he is able to manifest and control all that power."
"You will choose him as your successor if he were to become an extremely powerful sorcerer?"
"Of course."
"But how about our son?"
"You know that I will only look for the strong one. Right?"
"Yes..."
"By the way. I have things to do. I'll be going."
"Ah, yes."
"..."
"I must get rid of you... My son."
The mother. Which is the Queen is fond of her older son who's already in his teens. So having a more powerful heir could not make that son the next King.
So she thought of it.
At the night when the birth of Marcel Magarla. The first being possessing mana itself within his body. Was celebrated.
She ordered him to be assassinated. Though, nobody up until now that she's the one who ordered an assassin to do it.
As the night concludes. The baby is killed. But the sun still rose towards the next day.
Many people are currently within the throne room including the mastermind. The Queen who wanted her son to be the King which leads to her ordering an assassin to kill the other.
"Who killed my son! Go on! Bring him to me!"
"But! My King. We weren't able to identify the suspect. We don't know who he is!"
"Find him!!!"
"Yes!"
Suddenly. An old man entered the throne room. He is apparently the current head sorcerer of the kingdom.
"My King."
"What are you doing here? What do you need, my head sorcerer?"
"You fully well know my ability my King."
"Yes. Being able to determine the future. Wait. Why didn't you told me about this thing!? Why didn't you warned me that my son will be killed! So that I could have protected him!"
"My King. I can't really see the future. I only see the consequences of actions. And by this. This action of somebody. This could spell doom to our kingdom! To our dreams! No matter we had managed to achieve them! Something will doom us!"
"Then. What is it? What will doom us!?"
"From my vision. Which is never wrong. The young prince will be back. He will destroy everything we founded. He will be an unstoppable force. He will annihilate us all!!!"
"Are you really sure about this vision!?"
"Yes!."
"Shit... If you said it. That really is true. Then. How will my son be back?"
"His soul will wander the world. Endlessly and aimlessly wondering. Until someday. He will meet another soul. Which then will form another person. Giving him sentience. He will gather power until he came back here. He will proceed to dominate the whole world. I predict that this will happen many decades from this year. Please. Believe my visions once more!"
"I do believe you. Very well. We will get ready for this thing. If something will destroy us. It is not my son. Find this being. Get all over the world and find him! That is my order!"
The Queen who is the cause of all these things could feel herself shivering. Since the court sorcerer's ability to see the future is proven true as it helped them in countless battles and wars.
Counting our doom.
Before Marcel Magarla's return.