~120 Years ago~
A boy stood in the sun tilling seed beds. The boy's belly grumbled.
~Harlem~
It's about that time of the day already? Hopefully this is enough...
~An hour later~
As Harlem last crops were sold, he unwind in relief and began his walk home.
~Harlem~
It's been three years since mom and dad died. Since I have no living relatives, I've had to fend for myself.
Harlem was walking by an alley when he saw a girl being sexually assaulted by a man. Without thinking he confronted the man.
~Harlem~
Hey what the hell are you doing!?
~The man~
Huh, why don't you mind your own business!?
~The girl~
Please help.
~The man~
Quit your begging... Anyways, do you know what this is?
The man pulled a small knife from his pocket and pointed it at Harlem.
~Harlem~
Shit I've gotta save her befor-
A group of women came from around the narrow path.
~The Man~
(Fuck, time to go). Here's a little something to remember me.
The man swiftly placed the knife to the girl's neck, and took her life. Harlem stood in shock as his clothes became stained with blood. When the group of women passed by the alley they stopped. One of the women released a powerful scream.
~Harlem~
This is not what it looks like, I promise.
~One of the girls~
You filthy murderer I hope you rot in jail!
~Fourteen days later~
It's been a while since I was convicted of murder. Even though I told them I didn't do it, they still plan to publicly execute me. Then again, it's not so bad because I'll be with mom and dad.
~The escort~
Hey, time to go.
His cell was opened. He was handcuffed and carried to the stage.
~The escort~
Do you have any last words?
~Harlem~
No, I've made peace with myself. I haven't done anything wrong, so I'm sure I'll get into heaven.
~The escort~
Good one, but I doubt God thinks the same of you. I mean you must have done something wrong to end up here.
~Executer~
Ladies and gentlemen I believe this execution will be the best one today. Please welcome to the stage Harlem Harpinstine!
The crowd's lust for seeing criminals suffer showed as they cheered. Harlem walked onto the stage. His neck and hands were locked in place.
~Executer~
You're only sixteen, but you've fallen so far.
Harlem closed his eyes. A sudden thunder strike was followed by a gust of air five times more powerful than a tornado. Harlem opened his eyes and saw a boy wearing a white robe with a golden dragon crest.
~Harlem~
What just happened?
~The boy~
It seems like I've interrupted a funeral. Tell me your name.
~Harlem~
My name is Harlem, and you?
~The boy~
Well I'm gonna take over this kingdom so you can call me: King Vellion.
~Ashura~
That day I made a deal with death, essentially giving away the last bit of humanity I had for eternal life. If it wasn't for that deal I would be dead.