In the year 20XX, in a land called Avalon, a sixteen-year-old boy lay in bed fast asleep. His name was Jimmy, and he carried a secret no one else knew. Jimmy wore a blue scarf even while sleeping, along with striped pajamas. His hair was black, his eyes a deep brown, and his rest was peaceful—until a voice disturbed him.
"Jimmy, wake up! We'll be late for school!"
Jimmy opened his eyes and saw Adam, his best friend, also sixteen. Adam was half-elf, half-human, with white hair and bright blue eyes. He was already dressed neatly in his school uniform. On Adam's shoulder perched a creature called a chinchila—something that looked like an otter, but smaller, furrier, and with a longer snout.
Jimmy groaned. "Adam, it's too early…"
"Yeah, yeah," Adam replied, smirking. "Let's go before the teacher yells at us again."
Jimmy quickly dressed in his own school uniform, scarf still tied proudly around his neck. After a quick breakfast, the two boys stepped outside.
"Race you to school!" Jimmy shouted.
"You're on!" Adam laughed, and the pair bolted down the street, shoulder to shoulder. They sprinted past food stalls where vendors called cheerful greetings. The world of Avalon bustled with life, full of people, machines, and robots—a strange mix of old and new. Yet, it hadn't always been this way.
A thousand years ago, Avalon was a very different world…
FLASHBACK – YEAR 10XX
The world then was medieval. There were no guns, no computers, no telephones. If you wanted to send a message, you had to run to the guards or the post. But technology was not the world's greatest problem. From the dark land of Noctine, the realm of demons, rose horrors that spread across the earth.
Humans, elves, dwarves, beastfolk, and other races all fought together against the demons. But their enemy was too powerful. At the center of the invasion was Prime, the Demon King, whose reign of terror drowned kingdoms in fire and shadow.
Heroes arose, brave and determined. Some fought valiantly, some fell in battle, some survived but broken, scarred, or too afraid to face Prime again. Hope dwindled.
But one boy—just sixteen years old—refused to surrender.
He trained harder than anyone, fought beasts and demons across the land, and traveled from town to town, saving villages and kingdoms alike. Eventually, this boy stood before the throne of Avalon's ruler: King Faronald III.
"State your business," the king commanded.
The boy bowed. "I have come to defeat Demon King Prime."
He wore a long blue coat, a red scarf, and a battle mask covering his mouth. His declaration shocked the court.
"Do you realize what you're saying?" the king asked. "Prime is too strong. Many heroes have tried—and failed."
"I know," the boy replied calmly.
"Then what makes you believe you can succeed where they failed?"
"Because, unlike them," the boy said, lifting his eyes, "I have studied his fighting style."
A guard roared in anger. "You dare mock the throne?" He lunged forward with his blade raised. But the boy caught the man's wrist, twisted, and slammed him to the ground in one swift motion. Gasps filled the chamber.
The queen, Garona the Tenth, leaned forward in her seat, intrigued. "We are not your enemies, boy. If you truly wish to face Prime, I will not stop you. But I advise you to grow stronger first."
The boy bowed. "Thank you, my queen."
And with that, he turned and walked out of the royal chamber,
JOURNEY TO NOCTINE
Jimmy pressed onward, walking through dense forests and wild jungles. His journey to Noctine, the land of demons, would take three long days. But nothing swayed his determination. With his scarf around his neck and blade at his side, he continued.
Day 1
The first stretch of road led him through the great Forest of Avalon, where dangers lurked among the shadows. Jimmy cut down lesser demons that prowled between the trees. Soon, he stumbled upon a band of forest trolls.
Unlike the monstrous trolls of legend, these creatures were no taller than half a human. Mushrooms grew like helmets upon their heads, and though some ate small animals, they were mostly peaceful vegetarians. Their diet was fruit, roots, and vegetables, making them no threat to humankind.
Yet, ahead of him, Jimmy saw a group of armed men attacking the trolls. They weren't travelers—they were poachers, dressed in mismatched armor and carrying nets.
Jimmy shouted, "Why are you killing forest trolls? They're harmless!"
The poachers laughed, ignoring him, until Jimmy's blade flashed. In moments, he disarmed and defeated them, binding the men with rope. He freed the trolls, who fled deep into the woods. Leaving the poachers behind, Jimmy continued his march until he reached a nearby town, where he rested for the night.
Day 2
The town was called Isenburg, a bustling place filled with merchants and travelers. As Jimmy wandered its streets, he came across something that made his blood boil: a slave market.
Behind iron bars sat elves, dwarves, even children—some human, some demon. Jimmy noticed frightened demon children huddled together, while human children tried to shield them.
He marched to the shopkeeper. "How much for all of them?"
The man sneered. "All of them? Ten million gold. And the demons aren't for sale."
Jimmy narrowed his eyes. "Then why keep them in cages? I saw you sell a demon child ten minutes ago."
The owner brushed him off with a laugh. That was his mistake. Jimmy seized him by the collar and growled, "They may be demons, but they're still children. Release them—or I'll beat you black and blue until you do."
The man scoffed. "You dare threaten me—"
But before he could finish, Jimmy struck. Within moments, the slaver was unconscious. Jimmy smashed open the cages, freed the children, and—ironically—locked the owner in one of his own cells. "Good luck, asshole," he muttered as the freed slaves scattered into the streets.
Afterward, Jimmy bought supplies for his journey: bread, water, and traveling gear. The shopkeeper warned him, "Noctine is too dangerous, especially for someone your age."
"Just give me the supplies," Jimmy said firmly. With that, he left Isenburg behind.
Day 3
The road to Noctine was harsh. Demons, thieves, and murderers barred his path, but Jimmy cut through them all. His blade was swift, his will unyielding.
By sunset, the air grew heavy, the sky dim with crimson clouds. At last, he crossed the boundary into the Land of Demons.
Noctine.
He did not knock, nor wait for invitation. Jimmy tore through the demons guarding its borders, bloodied but unbroken. Wounded yet determined, he pressed forward jimmy thout throw the demons.
At last, Jimmy arrived at the great throne room of Noctine. Its black stone pillars stretched high into the shadows, and at the far end sat the figure he had come to face: Demon King Prime.
Prime rose slowly, his crimson eyes glowing. "I have been expecting you, hero."
Jimmy tightened his grip on his blade. "Well, were you expecting someone else?"
A low chuckle rumbled from the Demon King. "No. Only you."
With that, Prime drew his massive sword, its edge shimmering with dark fire. Jimmy raised his own weapon, and the clash began.
Steel rang against steel. Sparks flew as sword met sword. Magic lit the chamber—Prime's infernal flames against Jimmy's blazing aura. The battle shook the very walls of the throne room.
The fight raged not for hours, but for days. Neither warrior yielded. Bones broke, blood spilled, and wounds tore open. Each strike carried the weight of their worlds: one fighting to protect, the other to rule.
At last, when hope seemed lost and Jimmy's strength nearly gone, he saw the briefest opening. With a desperate cry, he thrust his sword forward, driving it through Prime's heart.
But in the same breath, Prime struck too. His blade pierced Jimmy's chest.
Both staggered, blood pouring, swords buried deep. They locked eyes, neither willing to look away.
Prime's voice trembled for the first time. "No one… has ever come this far. No one has slain me. You… truly are a worthy opponent."
Jimmy coughed, a weak smile on his lips. "You're not so bad yourself."
And then both warriors fell, side by side. Silence swept the throne room.
Outside, across Avalon, demons had been attacking towns and kingdoms. But at that very moment, every demon felt it—their king was dead. A shockwave of despair rippled through their ranks. The armies faltered, then broke. One by one, demons withdrew, retreating back into the cursed land of Noctine.
The higher-ranked demons, sensing their lord's fall, rushed into the throne room. What they found was Prime's lifeless body, his sword still clutched in his cold hands. But of the human who had slain him, there was no sign.
Jimmy's body was gone.
Whispers spread like fire: a nameless hero had defeated the Demon King. The demons were pushed back into their homeland, never again to conquer Avalon so completely.
Yet, across the world, no one knew the truth. No bard sang the name of the boy who saved them. No statue was built, no song was written.
Only the demons remembered the one human who had slain their king.
And the world was left with nothing but silence saved by a hero who had vanished without a trace.
BACK TO YEAR 20XX
Jimmy and Adam sprinted down the busy streets of Avalon, weaving past stalls and shouting vendors. The race was neck and neck, each boy refusing to slow. At last, they skidded to a stop in front of the grand gates of the academy—arriving at the exact same time.
Breathless, they laughed.
"Tie," Adam said, brushing his white hair from his eyes.
"Not bad," Jimmy grinned, adjusting his scarf. "Guess I'll let you keep up with me."
Together, they hurried into the academy just as the bell tolled. The massive hall filled with students from every corner of Avalon: humans, elves, beastfolk, and even a few mechanical beings. The banners of the school hung proudly above, shimmering with enchanted light.
The opening ceremony was about to begin. Teachers took their places on the stage, the headmaster stepping forward to address the crowd.
Jimmy glanced at Adam, a quiet spark of determination in his brown eyes. Deep inside, his secret weighed heavily—echoes of a battle long past, of blood spilled and victories forgotten. A history no one in this world remembered.
The crowd hushed as the headmaster spoke, declaring the start of a new year, a new journey, a new chapter for every student present.
For Jimmy, it would be the beginning of something far greater.