Domain: Central domain of Humans
Jurisdiction: Central Imor, Kingdom of Immortalia
Year: 16850 ZE
Place: Cayarang District inside the 4th wall, Sieg Imor

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Sieg Imor is the capital of the Kingdom of Immortalia, ruled by the Kaisen Royals. The city is titled to be the largest in terms of the area it covers; its heart, the Castle of Sieg Imor floating over a behemoth landmass, is guarded against any land invasion by its mightiest seventeen walls, each spaced out equally from each other by at least a hundred mighty-Gregors, hefty fifty-foot tall each; one could not see the other walls from a wall.

Some part of the last wall stands on the western sea of the Imortian ocean, guarding the inner city as a barrier from any naval invasion. Each wall has several towers erected; each one guarded by a sorcerer if any force shall make the blunder of invading through the skies.

By the course of time, centuries, the noun Immortalian was pronounced Imortian. Both of them are used widely today. Both mean the kingdom of Immortalia's association

Deep inside the city, the fourth wall from the interior of Sieg Imor, far from any harm, any potential threat, a busy city center bustled with the trade of the merchants across the continent. The Immortalian soldiers with their shining blue capes and silvery Illuminated armor did their patrol duties enforcing law and order.

They were the kindest people you could ever find, always willing to help a citizen in need. It is an entirely different scenario if you dare break the law.

Children chased each other, adults chased themselves. Human's cart's horses played their hooves instrument with the cobblestone of the floor. Centaurs on the contrast were cartwrights themselves. Just being born as a Centaur would secure your life's wealth being an assistant for a merchant, or making up the Cavalry for the Kingdom's army.

Dyren always wondered about birthrights and the perks which come with birth. There were Elves, having various races within them. There were humans like him, having various races within them. A major part of this history was spent discriminating against each other based on their races and their abilities.

The Kingdom of Immortalia was a place free of their past curse.

All races lived here together in harmony, unlike many other parts of the world, where only one would dominate, or be abundant. Dyren found every single being, just as a being. It did not matter to him if it was a Golem of some kind from the Sheldone region or a Dwarf which was never even his foot tall. There were just animate, living creatures. They were specialized in their own abilities.

Under a tall, huge, old tree whose branches seem to cover the entire city from below sat three people, exchanging their philosophies. All of them seemed to be young, two boys and a lass. One of them longed to the other,

"Do you happen to believe the existence of Dragons, Dyren?" his eyes glowed with the sun's faint light, flickering as the fire within himself was alive, like a ten-year-old, even when he was fourteen.

Dyren's other storm of thoughts subsided. He was someone who would often get lost in his other thoughts than the one he should really be focusing on at that moment. 

"Quite a question!" Dyren pondered, one from the inner walls, where the royals lived. He looked up to the sky, gave the deepest thought, and finally when an entire legion of birds passed over the almost fallen asleep sky, he finally replied,

"What I have not seen so far, I cannot say with absolute certainty, that they exist." having his right hand over his chin, playing with his magnificent, very short hair there, which just grew recently for him. Now he treasures it for some reason, which he does not know for himself.

The questioner showed disappointment in his expressions thereon. Perhaps he knew, he was lying. Dyren had immense knowledge about the Dragons as someone who was gifted with it. Unlike the others in the city, ordinary citizens, who were forbidden to access the knowledge of the other domains but the human one.

"It does not mean that they do not exist either." Dyren completed some bit of hope he could offer, penetrating his friend's thoughts of hating over him for not saying the truth. His friend was still unsatisfied though. Dyren could not do it; He is not allowed to.

The girl was all silent, just closing her eyes inside her hood, living in some thought of her own, yet listening to every word of this conversation. None of them bothered if she listened or not. It was not her talk. She had a lot of things to say too, but she decided to keep herself quiet for a little while longer. 

So seldom did she talk, her voice seemed a piece of rare music played by the mysterious beings of the enchanted forest in the Southern part of Immortalia.

"Considering you have read a lot about the other continents and domains I thought you would give a certain answer..." Jitrel Gond asked Dyren once again, narrowing down his plain black eyes on Dyren's flaring golden ones. He sought the truth.

"Their influence on our history and our influence on theirs is indeed recorded millennia ago, yet I have not witnessed those events myself. Therefore I cannot be certain about giving an answer which I do not believe in; for myself" Dyren said modestly. He did not lie; He does not believe it himself, now his friend concluded.

Whatever you see is a lie, Whatever you hear is a lie. Truth is a result of abundant consideration.

Such was Dyren's Philosophy.

Quite calmed down from all his thoughts which turbulently flowed through his mind seconds prior, Jitrel then claimed.

"I see then. But if they exist, I would like to face them, and ask why do they hate humans so much!" Quite determined his voice and expressions were, clutching his fists firmly placed on his legs. "If they let me talk before roasting me to hell," he completed, quickly melting down from his sheer determination.

"Should be a kind approach." Dyren took off his hand from his chin's grassland, then relaxed by leaning back to the tree, brushing any leaves fallen over his head then tying their hands together, placing them gently over his black cloak "Perhaps a step towards ending the believed hostility between them and us," he claimed.

The silent herself decided to speak up, rather strongly cut in through their talk. "No one in their right mind would approach a dragon at its face and demand answers, Dyren," She implied in a silvery voice.

Neither an optimist nor a pessimist, she was just realistic.

Both of them decided to give some thought to her words, after all, they knew she was the wisest one in the group. They had to consider that most of the history they had read about the dragons, any talk or offering of peace in the past, had they happened, never worked out between them.

They did not even know by what means they could communicate with them. They did not speak their language, not after millennia of isolation from each other. None had a sane answer to continue the conversation, and none of them wanted to embarrass themselves in front of Laticia.

The bell struck at six. The sun was now descended beyond the horizon completely. It was time for them, Dyren and Laticia, to leave for some other occasion. Dyren jumped up to stand, checking on his sheathe buried under his cloak. Laticia, the girl took her time to stand and revealed her strikingly fierce golden eyes penetrating through her dark black hood.

She brushed off any leaves which had fallen on her, while Dyren never cared about them until one of them would reach his skin and itch him. "See you later, Jitrel," Dyren delivered strongly, then quickly dropping down to muttering, "I got to go to the market." It was the Eleventh time this month!

Laticia picked out a leaf that was trapped on Dyren's shoulder and surrendered it to the cold gentle wind which was blowing through the street. The leaf was granted its freedom.

"Again!?" Jitrel asked him in an annoyed tone, narrowing down his eyes on Dyren.

"hh-I am no match for her-h," The surrounding cold might have got to Dyren. He slightly shivered even with the cloak he had on.

"Yet I choose sword dancing as a medium to prove my point against her and end up losing to her. This is like the tenth ti-" Dyren experienced a fissure of interruption.

"Eleventh," Laticia established strongly, with her softly commanding voice, smirking at Dyren.

"Eleventh time this month, and I am supposed to protect a promise, though it hurts me," Dyren said, in a rather put-out tone. The cold was getting to him already. He just wanted to be done with this and rest at a fireplace soon enough. Moreover, Jitrel's annoyance fueled his anger more; the reluctance of loss to an unworthy opponent - his sister.

"Dan Danferos, Dyren," Jitrel reminded him of his opponent. "I expect you to make up a good match for him at least. I have high hopes for you." Jitrel encouraged. Dyren was searching for him for quite a while now. Not one person had defeated Dyren in a sword to sword fight but his Mentors themselves.

"Yet he never showed up in here." Dyren redirected his absolute annoyance and anger towards Dan now. "I should say, if he is turning down a challenge for a month now, He is either disrespectful to me or the sword he is carrying around,"

If there was one opponent he wanted to duel with lately, badly, it was Dan Danferos. He was said to be the best in the fourth wall of Sieg Imor, not to mention he had defeated the one in the fifth and the sixth walls several months ago. But Dyren got his chance to meet him only this recent month, and he is nowhere to be found. No one knew where he lived, or what he does.

"You know... He needs to evade his sister first, which has become impossible after the military caught him up for swords dancing right here in the city center." Jitrel rested his eyes upon Dyren's sheathe.

Dyren remembered the awful nature of this world; Getting governed by their sisters. It never mattered if they were elder or younger. His point of being the elder twin was his only defense if he should get things done by her.

"And you should be careful carrying that sword around. The guards are not going easy on carrying it without permit nowadays," Jitrel expressed his concern for Dyren.

"I believe I am good at evading them," Dyren claimed. "See you, my friend." Dyren bowed to Jitrel before parting his ways, then pulled his cloak closer, withdrew his hood, and dug his hands inside his cozy clothes to feel some warmth.

Dyren walked towards the Archway which separated the center square of the southern district to the marketplace, while his sister walked beside him.

"That is why Imortian staffs are better to carry around, without being detected," Laticia smirked at him.

"Meh, Swords are better in strength," Dyren rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah! Swords are better isn't it?" She gave a gleeful chuckle. Dyren realized immediately what she was up to. "Yet you lose to me every time," She grinned. "What is it Dyren? Is it that the Swords are weaker than Staffs, or you are just so bad wielding it?" she questioned him jubilantly.

"Tch! That's what I get for losing to someone, especially, to her!"

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The lanterns were lit, the sheds were lifted, the market was set up. Perfect place to get virtually anything except for the forbidden goods according to Immortian law. Weapon accessories were not illegal, however.

It was quite common for merchants of different places and different races to gather here to trade their items. The fourth wall was a global attraction for trade. You could find anything in Sieg Imor.

For an instance, there was this medium armored Centaur yelling through the crowd with his raucous voice to sell his weaponry, with a carriage just attached to him by a harness.

"The strongest Imortian staffs available here, imported from the Southern reach!" The Centaur lifted the staff, showing it off. Its sharpened blades reflected the moon's mighty light, hurting Dyren's eyes.

That also reminding him of his burning cheek, the one his sister smashed earlier that day during the fight, knocking him over. "Ouch! Did that hurt Dun Dun?" resurfaced his mind, instantly igniting the dormant rage which flamed through his head.

If he were a Dragon, he could have puked out flames of anger.

That is the thing that led them to the Marketplace that day. Dyren had to buy whatever she wished since she had won.

The Centaur drew the weapon and extended it at his will as quickly as one could draw their sword from their sheathe, and spun it around and struck the long staff to the ground, instigating a storm of dust around him. making it a deadly match for sword wielders. Dyren knew more than anyone in the city how awful it is to fight with a sword against a staff user.

Imortian staff was an awfully flexible and compressible weapon used widely across the Kaisenian Sub-Continent. One could carry it undetected within a scroll-shaped container. Laticia however had other reasons to stick on with the Imortian staff.

On the other side was a Katalidan, a hybrid of a human and a cat who caught Dyren's attention from the Centaur, selling the most attractive stones in existence. Kaisen Grandez knew how much they cost.

The Imortian Blue crystal he had for display for example was a very rare gem that belonged to the class of a 'Light-Seeker', something which could illuminate itself during the absence of light. Not to mention its glowing sapphire-like blue color was absolutely mesmerizing.

It was an old model of currency used in the Kingdom, when it was abundant, over six millennia ago.

Dyren felt his hand being held by a huge paw, a soft and warm one, waking him up from his thoughts.

"Gaberel has stones if you have coin!" He, the shopkeeper said, with a smile extending from his left cheek to his right. His whiskers bloomed like a spring flower.

"U-ugh, I-" Dyren turned around to locate Laticia, but she was nowhere to be found.

"That sword alone human boy," The Katalidan rested its emerald bright green eyes on Dyren's Sword. "It shouts that you belong to a wealthy family!" He declared. "Take a look at this Imortian Blue pendant the handsome one! This can glow brighter when you show it to a star, even moonlight can do!" He patted Dyren, being the bigger one than him.

Even if the 'handsome one' was a terrible lie, he found warmth in the Katalidan's voice and interactions. "How much does the smaller one cost?" Dyren pointed at a medium-sized pendant that had the round gem embedded on a silver handle, rested in his colorful luminous shop; a mixture of red, blue, green, and orange crystals. He never bothered how he looked, or never cared what he wore looked attractive, unlike his sister.

According to him, Clothes are a necessity, not an attire to be cherished.

"I will do it for ten Imortian silvers my boy!" He purred.

"Ten it is, let me take a look at my wallet," Dyren dug into his cloak deep inside to fetch his rather uninteresting wallet. One gold coin and seven silver coins were all he had. A gold coin equaled ten silver coins so that would do the deal.

However, he wished if he could buy something better for her sister. An Imortian staff sheathe was what she was looking for. A fancy fabric with crystals embedded on it would cost at least an Imortian gold. Seven silver coins would not make up for it.

"I- I am sorry Mister Katalidan, I am saving this up for my sister," Dyren glumly turned his back on him. Then he felt cozy fur over his shoulder again, tickling his neck. It was the Katalidan again.

"Seven Imortian Silvers, boy," He said meekly.

"That is a loss for you, is not it?" Dyren replied.

"Three Imortian silvers ain't that much. I have earned more than enough today from the dawn," He purred. "Immortalia has the best buyers," He trilled.

"Alright then," He really reconsidered buying it. Would the Gold coin be enough? "Here you go," He clenched his fist with all the seven Silver coins and gently let go of them on his soft furry paw.

"Gaberel be satisfied with your purr-chase, thine golden eye rivals this gem!" He clenched the pendant in his arms near his mouth, reciting some spell, then tied it to Dyren. "Just a Vercretian customary," He purred. "See you later, my human friend!" He lent his hand to Dyren, who took it instantaneously. Dyren had the coziest handshake of his life with the Katelidan's two paws. He then turned around to look at the most annoying thing in existence.

His Sister.

"Where were you been eh?" Dyren interrogated.

Laticia locked his wrist tight by her hand and pulled him across the dense crowd without minding his question. She noticed Dyren's new pendant but did not bother to question him about that. They both walked along for a while, while Dyren just magically wished if he could meet this Dan Danferos. Not giving time for further thought, she pointed to the finest tailor she had found, hurting Dyren's wrist to awaken him from his slumberous thoughts.

'Algardian fabric decorated with Immortian blue! What more could be more beautiful than this blend of two cultures?" Said the pure white Algardian Bird, a tailor, hoping to attract some wealthy buyers. His green Algardian tunic would cost more than five gold Imortian coins, Over ten Algardian gold coins.

(Picture: Rito Bird from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

"The fabric seems to be charming, I should not lie," Laticia said as a matter of fact.

"It should be a fine addition to my outfit." she captured her brother there, smirking at him horribly. His wallet was getting a hit that day, no matter what. Man cannot escape.

Dyren regretted his loss, about to cry even. He shut his eyes close then ground his teeth. The entire kingdom would view his sister to be the most beautiful, but not him. He never received such compliments himself, so he was jealous of her.

The Katalidan called him 'handsome' though. Was it just to make him buy the pendant, or did he really mean it? With all that warmth he provided, he could only hope it was the latter.

"Then that's what I am supposed to get you for your grand victory today?" Dyren wailed, just caged by her win on him.

"I have not decided yet. This was the first tailor shop. There should be more," she implied. "Though this one took us a quarter an hour to find," she added.

"You just enjoy doing this to me don't you." Dyren was at his edge, but he never protested. He happened to be more disciplined, just like his father. How much ever his sister tries to provoke him, he never gave i-

"Your Younger sister happened to defeat you the eleventh time this month, not to mention the seven other times I sent your sword flying down the clouds the last month. Try to remember those achievements of yours and mine, and be my obedient one." She mocked him of the bitter condition he was in. Perhaps maybe giving in rarely was not... considered indiscipline?

"You really get a Staff versus Sword duel to your head!?" Dyren croaked, reminding the 'disadvantage' he was in.

"Master Dyren of Immortalia," She addressed his Master title just to annoy him further. After all, she never had a title like that for herself, even being the better opponent. There was no Staff council like the sword council.

"You do know such a duel is nowhere mentioned to be unfair in any of the Council texts! So be a good boy and accept your defeat!" she implied.

"How much is the sheathe, dear trader?" Dyren turned to the Algardian Bird, not minding his sister.

"Twenty Imortian silver coins, human," The bird hooted with its long orange beak, painted with their traditional Algardian symbols.

Meanwhile, there was this guy with his hood on, running as fast as someone who just saw all the evil together, brushed past Laticia's hair bun, spoiling it to some extent. Dyren only had the time to catch a glimpse of his face, a satisfied face giving an evil grin.

That was enough to figure out that he was not a victim but a thief.

Another fellow of his own age, some fifteen years old or so, gave him a chase across the crowd. "You ain't getting away from me, low born!"

The Armored Centaur from earlier gave his chase too but eventually stopped looking at the crowd further. "I would hurt people if I should gallop my way to catch that disgraceful human," he said with a calm disappointment, striking his Imortian staff to the ground. He could not throw it at him either, it was too dangerous to attack the crowd.

Dyren immediately knew what he had to do. But his sister being more agile can do the job with ease. He glanced at his sister, to which she reacted gruffly "Don't look at me idiot, you broke my leg with that dinosaur kick of yours earlier today!"

"Oh, damn right, guess I will do it myself," Dyren handed his cape to Laticia.

She stood there, shaking her head in reluctant agreement. She had her hair to worry about more importantly. Something else dawned on her though,

"Do you even have experience sprinting across the streets, Dyren?" Laticia's golden eyes stabbed absolute mockery at Dyren.

"I will experience now, your highness. Have your damn hair done before I return," Dyren felt a surge of energy from his heart, extending to his four limbs and his head.

References time! (These are something I cannot remove from references sorry)

Gregor - Unit of measurement in Zander's domain of humans

A Gregor roughly means a meter. Words like Mighty, Mere, or Massive are used before a unit of measurement to add power to it (Mighty - thousand times, Massive - hundred times, Mere - tenth 

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