DarkMar, the Great King of the Oceanic Kingdoms, never had any children, since his lineage is genetically indecipherable...
So it came to pass, as it did to him for the providential son, whom the omnipotent and omniscient would endow him with.
(Reader friend: If you have read volume 1 of this series: Prays XHuman (PXH), now you have volume 3: WhiteSeaSchool (WSS), volume 2: Vallemar 3G (V3G), already available awaiting reprinting)
As with Vallemar (The King of the Near Sea Valley) in its formative origins; Vallemar's father, named: KingWhitem (The King of the Clean Sea), arose around the Prays Kingdom, his family was settled towards the west pole, as a consequence of his domestic animals and the wild ones they trapped used to feed in the forests whose Prays influence ended up dominating them by injecting them every spring with "nutralys acid" in appropriate doses not to extinguish them from their habitat but to conquer them by Prays origin connections.
Hence the name Prays XHuman (can be interpreted as: The King of the Non-Human or Pro Human Kingdom).
It happened like in that same day of hunting when a Lynx Rufus eats of the meat of a white-tailed deer (in the Canadian border) The white-tailed deer go in pair, both entered the forest of the Kingdom Prays by the west pole, both ate the same things, however when sensing the presence of an enemy, the white-tailed deer fled... the effects of the "acids of the Prays forests", has the particularity that when reactivated, produce: strength, vitality, agility and telescopic vision. The doe started to run towards the human hut... the genetic alteration had disoriented her from seeking the high places of the crags for her safety, opting for the open fields of the meadows; unfortunately she got within range.
--Bang," came the first shot from a hunting rifle.
--Bang - a second shot.
The first shot had landed near his thigh, so the white-tailed doe stood up again and tried to keep running.
The second shot, ended up striking him in the heart and stopping him in his tracks.
--Ha Ha Ha...
--Although we lost the white-tailed deer that ran into that stinking forest. E, there we have the white-tailed doe. A beautiful and appetizing animal that will provide us with food for at least a month.
--The first thing I will ask my wife to do is to prepare a broth of white-tailed deer for Charly, although he is still a baby, this food will make him agile, robust; it is the best nutrient from high in the mountains.
--Let's go! Firulais...
--Make sure that the prey is well and keep away every beastly puma that would snatch the prey.
--I'll catch up with you.
--Love, do you think we should give it to the baby, and if it shocks him?
--On the contrary, you will find no better medicine for the ills of this season than the broth of the white-tailed hind, fed in the high mountains as in that enchanted forest, for from there we saw it enter, eat, and run away in terror. Two shots were enough to bring it home and there will be no greater privilege than for the whole family to enjoy it. (continued...)