I am here, standing at the edge of a broken and torn world. I suppose I should start from the beginning, explaining how this world came to be.
It all began with the Goddess of Creation. She granted humans the gift of the Celestials, the gift of aura weapons, the ability to manipulate mana from your mana core and turn it into a weapon. Each weapon has a special skill. The humans blessed with this gift were called Giants, for they were larger and stronger than ordinary humans and possessed aura weapons, a gift that came from the blood of the Celestials. The Celestials bred with human women to create warriors who would fight for humanity against the great evil that plagued the world, Lucifer, the seventh of the deadly sins, the Sin of Pride. He sought to be the one true king and rule all by rebelling against his own mother, the Goddess of Creation.
Because of rules set in stone by her power, no son or daughter of her blood would ever lay arms against each other. So instead, he took his rage out on the humans, the beings he saw as imperfect and disgusting. The Giants, children of the Celestials, rose up and killed him, but the cunning devil made a deal with his aunt, freeing her from her prison. With this, the Dragon Era began.
She infected humans with her blood, turning them into dragons, killing, raiding, and destroying villages. She gave birth to three sons. One of them loved the humans and saw that what his mother was doing was wrong. The Giants grew too weak to stop them, for the dragons had a gift of their own, magic. Though only the Goddess of Destruction, sister of the Goddess of Creation, could turn people into dragons by blood, the process was slow. So the lesser dragons started breeding with humans, creating a hybrid called Elfs. They could use magic, the ability to manipulate mana from your core and call forth the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth.
With all hope lost, a special child was born, the first of his kind, Arthur Rose, later known as King Arthur, the Ultimate Hunter. Born without the Giant's large body or an aura weapon, he was instead gifted godly strength and unheard-of instincts. His kind later came to be called Dwarves, a subrace of Giants, a very rare mutation. He and the Goddess of Destruction's son, Ruby, teamed up and won, sealing the Goddess of Destruction and defeating the lesser dragons, sparing the Elfs.
After that, Arthur Rose went on to create his own kingdom, the Kingdom of Giants, and was known as King Arthur, King of the Giants and the Ultimate Hunter.
A thousand years later, I was born. My name is Sylvester Rose. Although I was born into the main branch of the family, they threw me out to live with my aunt and uncle, who had abandoned their roles in the main family to live in a side branch. From birth, I was seen as a monster and a bastard. My mother got pregnant while her husband was away, so there weren't any doubts that I was not of his blood. My mother died giving birth to me. According to the doctors, my magic awoke at the time, burning her alive from the inside out.
I was thought dead until they saw me covered in aura. My entire body was covered with aura, not formed into a weapon but an unmolded blanket that clung to my skin like a second layer, glowing with a shiny golden light. I was seen as taboo, for a creature like me is against nature itself. One cannot hold two gifts, and yet I had broken this rule. I was seen as the murderer of my own mother.
Be warned, dear readers, this story is not about love or me being a hero. It is about vengeance and grief. The one person who loved me for myself despite my being a taboo was murdered at the stake for nothing but being an Elf, called a worshiper of Lucifer. They murder and torture anyone they want, for it is justified in their eyes. This path of mine, so cold and bloody, is mine to walk.