On the night Dawn Montgomery had puffed out his last breath, 100 years ago, it was snowy and frosty.
The wind made a swooshing sound as it blew the pure snow on his bleeding, brutalized figure. Dawn gazed up at the dark sky, his bloody hand gripping onto the blood-stained sword, as he stared closely into the sky.
The witches from the city of Gethin had attacked them, the people of Alastair, few weeks ago, using a wild creature, which caused quite a massacre in their town.
Dawn began this fight against the creatures, with his teammates, the other warriors but, he had ended it alone.
The people of Alastair, their King, and even his team members had swore that it was a team work but, he ended up facing the music alone.
They deserted him, leaving him all alone to let the wild creature create a feast out of him after swearing to a team work.
Dawn had put his life on the line and risked his life, fighting the wild creatures. He killed thousands of the creatures, sustaining injuries, just to protect the King and his people only for the King to turn his back on him and give a vile order to his colleagues to use him as a bait to chase away the wild creatures from their city.
Even after the trust he has established with his colleagues, they complied with the King's sacred order.
They had emerged with a plan to lure the wild creatures outside the border of Alastair and once they had fought the last bit of them, they instantly rush inside Alastair and shut the gate of the border against the wild creatures but, his colleagues and the King had other plans for him.
Whilst they were fighting the last few numbers of the wild creature remaining, his other colleagues ran off, shutting the gate of Alastair's border against him, using him as a bait to keep the wild creatures busy.
As Dawn prepared to take his last breath, he recalled the parting gaze of Xander, his fellow warrior and his good friend, as he shut the border of Alastair against him, leaving him in the den of the creatures, for them to feast on.
Gloom filled his gaze and despair colored his gaze as he whispered to Dawn that he had no choice because it was a direct order from the King. So, the wild creatures feasted on him desperately, as their last meal that he was.
Dawn's last breath was a promise of repayment. A promise to bring violence and dismay to the people of Alastair.
And after reincarnating into a demigod, 100 years later, he was keeping that promise.
The people of Alastair starved for days, surviving only on food without water. They had many more deaths thereafter.
People who stubbornly drank from the water they were warned off from, were buried few hours later. The death rate increased every passing day. Even their magic couldn't save them.
Their magics that brought to them whatsoever they summoned, suddenly stopped complying to their summons.
Their magic seized.
The people of Alastair pleaded to their King for a solution but, because he had none, he gave no retort to their plea.
Finn Churchill, the Crown Prince of Alastair, was forced to summon the magician elder.
The magician elder was the only immortal magician, who had lived for 500 years as a professional magician.
She may appear like she was in her early 70s but, she was about five centuries older than she looked.
The Magician elder was received warmly and was immediately briefed of the situation at hand.
On the conference table, in which she sat, the Crown Prince, the King, Isobel Lorcan and her father, Williams Lorcan, also sat, awaiting her response.
The magician elder sipped out of the tea she was served and took a deep breath.
"There would not be any solution to that."
"And why is that?"
King Gregor asked, his voice shaky.
The magician elder was their last resort. If she appeared to not have any solution at hand, the King's hand would be tied.
"When I walked into this place, I sensed an higher power here. It is definitely not mine. This thing happening to the people of Alastair, it is a curse. Someone have cursed Alastair."
"Who could it be? It couldn't be the witches could it?"
Isobel asked, from the far end of the conference table.
"With the power I sensed, it's more than a power the witches could posses. Someone extremely powerful has kindled his anger on Alastair."
"Elder, what is the solution?"
King Gregor demanded, clenching his fist.
"You kill him."