The big halls of the sky palace echoed with the sound of Oliver's boots as he walked to the throne room. At twenty-one years old, the young prince looked strong, tall and thin, with eyes that shone like stars, showing his otherworldly background.
Oliver was special, a mix of two powerful families. He had the fighting spirit of the Furies from his mother Zylaris, and the god-like powers of the Pure Bloods from his father Ray, the God of Samsara and Great King of Orton. This made him different, even in a world of gods.
As he got to the fancy doors of the throne room, Oliver stopped, taking a deep breath. The weight of his two sides often felt heavy on him, always reminding him of what both sides of his family expected.
The doors opened quietly, showing the big, starry throne room. In the middle, sitting on a floating platform among swirling galaxies, was Ray, Oliver's father. The God of Samsara gave off a feeling of quiet power, looking both solid and see-through, as if he was in many worlds at once.
"Father," Oliver said, bowing his head. "You called me?"
Ray's eyes, full of wisdom, looked at his son. When he spoke, his voice sounded like the music of creation. "Oliver, my son. It's time for you to face your biggest challenge yet."
Oliver felt excited. He had trained for years, getting better at both his Fury fighting skills and his Pure Blood powers, always knowing a big day would come. "I'm ready, Father. What do I need to do?"
Ray stood up, his body shining with power. "Our world is in danger. The Predations, those old monsters, are waking up again in the deep darkness. You must go to the edge of our world and fight them."
Oliver was shocked. The Predations were creatures from old stories, scary beings made when the Chaos Beings tried to make a weapon against Orton herself. That they could come back now, after being asleep for so long, meant a big danger to everything.
"But Father," Oliver said, looking worried, "the stories say it took all the Chaos Beings together to stop the Predations. How can I hope to fight them alone?"
Ray smiled, looking proud but also a bit sad. "You're not just any fighter, my son. In you, the strength of the Furies and the god-like spark of the Pure Bloods are perfectly balanced. This special mix gives you the chance to win where others would fail."
Oliver nodded, starting to understand. His whole life—the hard training, the constant struggle to balance his two sides—had been getting him ready for this moment. "I won't let you down, Father. I won't let Orton down."
Ray came down from his seat, putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder. The touch sent a rush of power through the young prince's body. "Before you go, you must do one last test. In the middle of the Fury stronghold, your mother Zylaris is waiting. You must fight her and prove that you've mastered both sides of your background."
The idea of fighting his mother, the fiercest of the Furies, made Oliver feel both excited and scared. Zylaris was known for her fighting skills, her very being turned into a weapon of great power.
"When do I leave?" Oliver asked, standing tall and looking at his father with determination.
"Now," Ray said, waving his hand. A shiny portal appeared beside them, its swirling surface showing the rough, rocky land of the Fury realm. "Remember, Oliver, this fight is not just a test of strength, but of will and understanding. To truly master your background, you must find the balance between the raw power of the Furies and the cosmic knowledge of the Pure Bloods."
Oliver nodded, taking a deep breath as he faced the portal. This was the moment he had been getting ready for his whole life. With one last look at his father, he stepped through the shiny gateway, leaving behind the beautiful sky of Orton's throne room.
The change was sudden. One moment, Oliver stood among the stars of his father's realm; the next, he found himself on a windy flat area, the air smelling of sulfur and the distant sounds of battle.
In front of him stood the big shape of the Fury stronghold, a fortress cut from the living rock of the mountain itself. Its walls pulsed with barely contained energy, showing the raw power of those who lived there.
As Oliver walked to the huge gates, they opened on their own, knowing the Fury blood that flowed in his veins. The young prince got ready, knowing that beyond these walls lay not only his biggest challenge but also the key to unlocking his true potential.
With careful steps, Oliver entered the stronghold, ready to face his destiny and prove himself worthy of his special background.
The fight with Zylaris was ahead of him, a battle that would test not just his strength and skill, but who he was meant to become. He knew he couldn't beat her; she is his mother, the strongest being in all the worlds.