Its year 9120 on the imperial calendar, the tensions in the galaxies are at an all-time high, the new emperor of the humans, Ishbar of Valterrium has just been crowned in a forced succession without imperial parliamentary vote, this and the unknowing of who or what will take control of the previous imperial owned Mantas planets ultimately, Will lead to war.

Only the gods can save humanity from self-destructing yet again…. God save the emperor.

Fast-forward 35 years, known as the dark century this is when the house of Capsuley rose to prominence, this all started with a boy named Peter who just so happened to have memories 

from another life.

It was a dark night on vultrum, a large habitable planet about three times the size of earth, nearly uninhabitable due to the freezing weather and snow storms the ravaged the surface 24/7, it was only inhabited due to two things innovations in technology allowing humans to survive there, and MANA, humans wouldn't bother with this planet if it wasn't so necessary to harvest the MANA on its surface. 

Today was an important day for the planet. The lord was coming to sponsor a child's acceptance into a military academy, he was to be trained into an officer for the human imperial army and then serve as a personal bodyguard for the duke's family.

A massive ship slowly descended from the snow scattered sky. Landing on a platform hugging the outskirts of the city, covered in industrial pumps and tanks with houses scattered snow covered machinery covering your field of vision, one might compare it to a colony of industrial oil pumps from earth all to harvest and refine one thing.

Stepping off the ship with a platoon of guards surrounding them was the duke

John Tyrell and his 16-year-old daughter, Siona Tyrell.

 "Father why is it so cold on this planet" said Siona" because the gods balance everything, the planet is filled with MANA to harvest, but horrendous conditions make things quite difficult" croaked John as he put his hand up to his mouth to keep warm," I heard the royals have shields that can shield you from the snow and the heat" exclaimed Siona"" those royals have a lot of things Siona, but once we have MANA production at 100 percent we will too"" I don't really mind as long as are house reaches its former glory father".

The duke ruffled her hair as they stepped onto a great levitating machine, it resembled a train but larger and covered in a steel alloy that had a sparkly exterior and a light blue tint, it was a maglev, these trains take you from one side of the city to the other in seconds, a very needed amenity you see this was a working city meaning everyone in it worked on the rigs mining the MANA for the duke, and the workers needed a fast form of movement around the city, this tech was quite old if the duke was perfectly honest, but it was enough for the workers needs and worked well.

On the other side of the city there was a boy held by in chains, standing at around 6,2 at 14 years old he was definitely tall for his age, he had snow-white skin displaying a relatively thin frame, sunken whitish yellow eyes positive canthal tilt and black hair, he wasn't standing straight and had numerous scars all over his body, surprisingly not on his face this along with slightly pointed ears highlighted him as either a mix breed or the product of MANA induced mutations albeit apart from the ears skin tone and height it wasn't really noticeable.

He was wearing light garments better suited to a Mediterranean climate, if he stayed out here too long he would definitely perish.

"When is he going to be here" said Peter.

The slaver looked to the left snarled and said" speak when you're spoken too boy!, the only reason I'm giving you up is that the duke is insisting, at least you're going to fetch me a good price" the slaver was fat standing at about six feet, he adorned a big bushy fur coat with any layered garments underneath complemented by two sturdy boots to fend off the cold oh and old ugly face.

As the slaver was about to throw another retort at Peter, a large convoy of troops so rounding a floating metal vehicle arrived, the soldiers walking into the city square disfiguring the snow beneath their feet, walking in absolute formation suddenly came to a halt about 12 feet away from peter and the slaver, a sound almost like a Lound unlocking echoed with steam escaping from the vehicles doors as they opened, and stepped out the two nobles,

''Right then! My name is John Tyrell, and this is my daughter Siona Tyrell, I've heard a lot about you Peter'' peter had his head down but as he heard his name his eyes dilated, looking up at the duke he showed an expression that could only be described as annoyed and scared, his eyebrows were slightly knotted as he just stared at the duke, ''I guess he doesn't like authority huh''Siona shyly stared at peter, she could tell he had been through a lot, but she didn't really like him since he was disrespecting her father.

Peter looked up, visibly shaking from the cold at this point'why do I have to be tossed around by these adults just because I'm some special race or something' he stuck his hands under his armpits to try to stop the frostbite from setting in.''hey boy answer the duke''the slaver angrily exclaimed as he held up an electric baton, 'pieces of shit' peter looked at the duke and spit at him, it unfortunately froze a few centimetres away from his face'shit', '' are you serious!''the slaver exclaimed as he razed his baton high and clattered peter across the neck causing peter to fall to one knee and with a second clatter ''arghhhh'' peter fell to the ground. ''STOP PLEASE'' shouted peter as frost developed around his eyes as he stepped back onto his left knee, the slaver went to hit him again, but Peter grabbed his wrist and squeezed it so hard he dropped the baton, now the slaver was the one screaming to the ground, 'serves him right' peter got up and started walking towards the duke.

The unit of soldiers around the duke raised their weapons and pointed them at Peter, ''stay back!'' John held up his right arm and exclaimed, hold!'' ''so you're the duke''peter was at least an inch taller than the duke in contrast to their different faces, as the duke was in his mid 40s he looked quite old, but Peter was only 14 years old, ''so you're the one I'm gonna be staying with''

''that's what the royals want, unfortunately''said the duke, Peter continued to stare the duke in the eyes sternly for about 2 minutes when he moved his head to the right and noticed the duke's daughter,

She was quite tall for a girl reaching peters chin in height, she was noticeably older than peter with an oval face brown hair and her fathers eyes, this was good as his eyes were more suited to a woman large and blue, fair skin and white although not as fair as peters, still beautiful, the expression currently displayed on her face was a mix of confused flustered and annoyed.

Peter moved his face closer to hers studying her face, ''your… Beautiful''

''Thank you'' said Siona with a slightly smug but nervous expression.

The duke slowly and calmly made a hand signal and exclaimed ''shoot him''.