The year is 2028. World War 12 has torn the world apart, leaving Earth vulnerable to an invasion by the Barbarians—a ruthless, savage species bent on domination. Humanity's last hope lies in individuals known as "Beast Tamers," people who can summon and control powerful creatures to fight back. Deon Lue, now 17 years old, has finally come of age to join the fight.

It's January 31, and the day of Deon's birthday marks the day he officially enters the battlefield.

Deon raced through the smoke and chaos of war, his heart pounding in his chest. He had trained for this moment his whole life. Ahead, he saw a familiar figure: Nyx Walker, a renowned Beast Tamer, battling Barbarians alongside his pet, Phantom. Phantom was a terrifying, shadowy creature, summoning ghostly apparitions with a single command.

Deon summoned his own pet. "Flame, let's go!" he shouted, and a fiery creature—his trusted companion—appeared beside him. Flame's scales shimmered like molten lava, and its eyes glowed with fierce intensity.

Phantom launched an attack, using a skill called Ghost Strike—a move that summoned several angry spirits to batter the enemy with ethereal force. As the Barbarians recoiled, Deon saw his opportunity. "Flame, let's make them feel the heat!"

Flame unleashed a burst of fire, sending a wave of scorching energy toward the enemy. The Barbarians screamed in agony as they were engulfed in flames. But Deon wasn't done yet. "Flame, fire blast!" The fire creature let out a roar, and a giant fireball flew toward the remaining Barbarians, reducing their forces by a significant margin.

The Barbarians, now badly wounded, turned tail and fled. Deon laughed in victory. "That's what you get, Barbarians!"

Nyx approached, giving Deon a nod of approval. "Well done! You're good with that pet of yours. How about we be friends?"

Deon smiled. "Sure! I'm Deon, by the way. I live at House 15."

Nyx raised an eyebrow. "House 15? I'll be there in two hours to check it out."

Flame, still fired up, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, sounds good. Let's meet up later."

Deon arrived back at House 15, panting from the fight. Flame floated beside him, looking pleased. "We did well out there, huh?" Deon said, giving his pet a scratch behind the ears. Flame purred in approval.

Suddenly, Flame spoke, its voice deep and wise. "Deon, there's something you need to know. Nyx… he might know about your mother."

Deon froze. "What do you mean? How could he know?"

Flame's eyes glowed softly. "I'm not sure, but it's something you should keep in mind. He seems to know more than he lets on."

Deon sighed. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."

He stretched and began preparing for more training. "I've still got a lot to learn. I can't let my guard down, not with what's coming."

Flame agreed, "You're right. But you're getting stronger. Keep it up."

After an hour of training, Deon felt the exhaustion settle in. He sat down on the floor, staring at the now-sleeping Flame. Just then, a surge of energy erupted from his pet.

"Flame?" Deon called, but the creature's form shimmered and began to change. Flames crackled and danced around it as it transformed, growing larger and more powerful.

Suddenly, a new voice answered. "It's not Flame anymore, Deon. It's me—Jolt."

Deon stood in shock as his pet's appearance morphed into a new form. Flame had evolved into Jolt, a lightning-type beast. His body crackled with electric energy, and his flames now burned hotter than ever.

"Jolt… you evolved?" Deon asked, his voice filled with awe. "You look incredible!"

Jolt smirked, his form sparking with electricity. "Yep. I'm faster, stronger, and I've got some new abilities to boot."

Deon grinned. "That's amazing! We need to train even harder now."

Jolt flicked his tail. "Yeah, but I'm heading to the park to get some practice in. You coming?"

Deon shook his head. "Not today. I've got other plans."

With a few hours to spare before Nyx arrived, Deon decided to visit the local pet store. He had been saving up for something special—something that could give him an edge in the fight against the Barbarians.

When he arrived, the pet store was bustling with activity. Creatures of all shapes and sizes roamed the aisles, each one more impressive than the last. Deon's eyes fell on a display of water-type creatures.

"I've got 2500 euros," Deon said to himself, running his hand through his pockets. "I could get a Tidalon, the strongest water-type, but maybe I should go for something else."

He turned to the store clerk, a woman with short purple hair. "I'm looking for something strong, but not too common. Do you have any Aqualis eggs?"

The clerk smiled. "We do! An Aqualis egg will take about two hours to hatch, though. Would you like to wait?"

Deon nodded eagerly. "Yes. I'll wait."

After returning home, Deon placed the egg in a safe spot in his room. Jolt was there, still crackling with electricity, but looked curiously at the egg.

"Is this the water-type you were talking about?" Jolt asked.

"Yeah," Deon replied, smiling. "I think it'll be a valuable addition to our team. Once it hatches, we'll need to take care of it together."

Jolt nodded. "Got it. I'll make sure it's safe."

Deon yawned. "I'm going to take a nap. Nyx and his pets should be here soon."

Twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Ding dong!

Deon stood up, stretching. "Looks like Nyx is here. Let's see what he's got."

Jolt, now resting nearby, looked at the door with a spark of interest. "Ready for the next part of the journey, Deon?"

Deon grinned. "Yeah. Let's see what happens next."

He opened the door, and Nyx stood there, grinning. Behind him, Phantom hovered, his ghostly form glowing faintly in the dim light. "Hey, Deon! I brought my pets, just like I promised."

Deon stepped aside, letting them in. "Welcome to House 15. Let's see what we can do together."