For a moment, he felt fear—not of his surroundings, not of himself, but that this was all a dream, and he would have to wake to the mediocre life he lived.
The power coursing through his body felt intoxicating, making him feel on top of the world, like a…. a Go-d, he never wanted to let go of this power.
Quickly snapping out of thoughts like that, if he was really in a dream he would deal with it then but for now this was his new reality and thoughts like that could get him killed earlier than his time.
Maximilian reaffirmed the thought that he was just a small frog in a well, and could be killed by an elaborate plan or any other unknown creature that lucked out in the world, but a question arose "Who is the strongest in this world?"
The forest held no answers for him. Good thing Maximilian's instincts drove him forward, to gain strength, and the first thing for any smart person was to gain awareness of his surroundings, so he could find a safe place to rest, and then get to civilization.
Taking off into the air again Maximilian scouted and found a cave on top of a mountain, with a good vantage point of the forest below and a nice view of the sky, Maximilian claimed it as his new home.
Days passed as Maximilian got used to his surroundings and new home, but his search for civilization had not ended.
Maximilian's powers began to manifest in strange and unpredictable ways.
Like the sudden urges of hunger that would hit him out of nowhere just to disappear some seconds later, Next was his control over fire, it came naturally, it came like a raging river of heat ready to burn everything, his phoenix heritage made control easier as it was all instinctual, but with the training that Maximilian had done mostly in control his flame burned hotter and brighter, sometimes more than he could manage sometimes.
Next, it was his wings—and his horns—that made him feel truly different, like a superior creature. The energy in his horns allowed him to sense the emotions and energy of nature within it, it was as if he were connected to the land itself. His wings carried him effortlessly across the terrain, and their strength made him feel invincible.
One night, as he rested beneath a great tree, staring at the beautiful sky, visions began to fill his mind.
He saw a great phoenix, its body engulfed in golden flames, soaring across a burning sky. Beside it flew an immense dragon, its scales gleaming like molten metal, its roar shaking the heavens. The two beings collided, their power creating a shockwave that rippled through the world.
Then it changed when he saw a dark shadowy figure with glimmering red eyes, the Vampire Overlord with wings darker than the night, and a figure with ripping muscle covered by fur, the Werewolf lord and they collided, with the world going dark.
Maximilian awoke with a start, the vision seared into his memory. Somehow, he knew the truth: He was the descendant of both the Mother Phoenix, the Great Dragon, the Mother Vampire, and the Mother Wolf.
Their bloodlines had merged in him, creating a being of unparalleled potential. Yet with that power came a heavy burden—one he was only beginning to understand, even with an impure bloodline, his strength was still great, but far from its peak, as any creature with just one of his bloodlines could defeat him, because his bloodlines were restraining each other.
He was shackling himself.
The Moors were both a sanctuary and a labyrinth, with Maximilian getting lost on various occasions.
One of those occasions he wandered too far and met humans, he instinctively felt disgust towards them seeing them as a parasite for some odd reason.
A/N: Just trying a different P.O.V
First P.O.V
The feeling of disgust towards the humans I saw just kept on growing as I looked at them, but I waited wanting to see what the humans were doing.
After looking for a while I saw that they were taking odd plants out of the ground, each time the humans pulled the odd plants out I heard them screaming, and felt the pain myself, a deep discomfort in my gut, I could no longer stand and watch. I had to do something.
Jumping out using my wings to take me a little higher I yelled "How dare you" and the fear that showed on the human face shot a thrill of exhilaration down my spine.
Jumping down next to one of the assailants Max opened his teeth and sunk it deep into the neck of the warrior.
"Please don't stop," the common warrior screamed as she got her blood sucked, but all I felt was the pleasure of drinking the blood. Dropping the body of the warrior, I looked at the rest of the team. But they were already gone, having run away.
A week later
The Moors is a place where magic and nature intertwine so deeply that the lines between them are blurred. Maximilian stepped into this world alone, his massive black-and-gold wings tucked tightly behind him, his majestic horns gleaming faintly in the dappled light.
For days, he wandered. The Moors seemed endless, filled with streams of glowing water, strange plants that whispered as he passed, and creatures who watched him with wary eyes. They didn't approach him, and he didn't seek them out.
He lived off the land, using his powers sparingly to hunt and survive. His fire warmed him in the cold nights, and his magic shaped makeshift shelters beneath the twisted roots of ancient trees. Yet, despite his survival instincts, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
The Moors were alive in ways he had never imagined. The trees shifted when he wasn't looking, and the ground sometimes pulsed faintly under his feet. He felt connected to it all as if the magic within the Moors resonated with the power coursing through his veins.
He saw the creature of the Moors but Maximilian kept his distance, not knowing if they were hostile. The creatures of the Moors didn't look like they trusted him, and he wasn't sure he could trust them either.
Weeks turned into months, and Maximilian fell into a rhythm of solitude. He avoided contact with others, staying deep within the Moors where the forest grew thick and impenetrable. Here, the only sounds were the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures.
Though his isolation gave him peace, it also amplified his struggles, with his anti-social tendencies. His powers—wild and untamed—remained a constant source of frustration. The fire within him burned too fiercely sometimes, and when his emotions flared, it erupted without warning, scorching the ground or setting the trees ablaze, thankfully the magic stopped the destruction of the forest.
He practiced daily, honing his control over his flames and the magic inherited from his bloodlines. His horns, etched with magic, pulsed faintly when he meditated, channeling the energies of the surroundings into his body. Slowly, he began to understand his connection to this world, and how he fit in he was a balance between different realms of power.
Yet, the more he trained, the more his presence in the Moors began to draw attention—not just from the magical creatures, but from those beyond its borders. Attention from those who were more powerful than he could currently fathom, thankfully he was being protected but at what cost?