The twin moons of Mytheria bathed the Eternal Castle in their silvery glow.Above, the endless cosmos shimmered — stars twinkling like ancient whispers from ages long gone. Floating lanterns drifted across the sky, each radiating golden warmth as they lit the vast courtyards of the most magnificent kingdom ever created. Music echoed through the palace halls. Children laughed in the streets. Nobles dressed in embroidered robes raised their glasses in toasts of peace and everlasting prosperity.
Today was no ordinary celebration — it marked both the birthday of the King of Cosmos and the founding anniversary of Mytheria, the greatest realm to ever exist.
Down below in the grand Throne Room, life bloomed in every corner. Nobles and dignitaries from across the dimensions mingled with one another, waiting for the royal feast to begin. Soldiers in pristine ceremonial gear stood proudly along the hallways, while maids hurried through with trays of shimmering delicacies from other worlds. Excitement filled the air like a soft perfume.
But far above them all, in the highest chamber of the Eternal Castle, the king himself stood alone.
Arinay — the man crowned with stars, the one whose very name sent tremors through dimensions — stood silently on his balcony, gazing at the cosmic horizon. His long dark hair flowed gently in the wind, and his deep violet eyes reflected not joy, but memory.
His chamber was still, untouched by the celebration's noise.Even though it was all in his honor, Arinay preferred solitude — not out of arrogance, but reflection.
He looked beyond the stars to the deep tapestry of the universe, and for a moment, he allowed himself to remember.
He had not been born strong.He was made strong — forged through endless battles, heartbreaks, and sacrifice.Arinay had faced — and conquered — the mightiest forces in creation: the Rulers.
The Six Known Dimensions
The cosmos was divided into six known dimensions, each ruled by powerful entities whose strength defined the laws within:
1st Dimension – Realm of Mortality: The birthplace of common life.
2nd Dimension – Realm of Elements: Governed by lords of fire, ice, lightning, and more.
3rd Dimension – Realm of Magic: A world of paradoxes and sorcery, ruled by arcane masters.
4th Dimension – Space of Time: Where time bent but never broke.
5th Dimension – Space of Spirit: Ruled by lesser spirits and ethereal beings.
6th Dimension – Space of Power: The domain of high rulers who commanded forces with a word.
At the peak of all creation, whispered only in myth…
The 7th Dimension: Mytheria.
To many, it was a legend. A paradise beyond existence.But to Arinay, it was real — his greatest creation.
He had built it with his own hands, stone by stone, after vanquishing every ruler who dared challenge him — some through war, others through pure intellect. Mytheria became the crown of all dimensions, a realm so divine that its name alone stirred awe.
More than a kingdom, Mytheria was a sanctuary.A land untouched by the greed and corruption of lower realms.A haven where all who sought peace could find it.
Arinay ruled it not with tyranny, but with kindness.Not through fear, but through admiration.
The people adored him.His voice could calm storms. His presence could inspire gods.And yet tonight, on his own birthday, he stood quietly — lost in thought.
A faint smile crossed his lips as he lifted his hand to the wind.He thought back to the wars he had survived, the scars still etched in memory — and then, gentler images bloomed in his mind.
His wives. All ten of them.
Each one unique. Each one powerful. And each one loved beyond measure.
He remembered their voices:
— One would braid his hair while he read ancient scrolls.— Another would spar with him under moonlight, eager to test his strength.— One nagged about his diet endlessly.— One stitched his wounds with teary eyes and trembling hands.— One would sing old lullabies while resting her head on his chest.— Another danced barefoot in the rain and pulled him into the storm...
Each memory warmed his heart like a silent fire.
They were more than wives.They were his anchor, his peace after the storms of battle.His purpose.
A gentle breeze stirred the curtains — then, without warning, a chill ran down his spine.Pain.Not physical. Something deeper.
His breath caught.
In the blink of an eye, he saw it — a vision.
He was on his throne.A glowing spear pierced his chest.His eyes wide.Blood ran from his lips.
His wives cried out, reaching toward him — trapped, helpless.A dark magical barrier encased them.The seal upon it pulsed with an ancient, evil magic he did not recognize.
Then—darkness.
Arinay gasped and staggered back, his hand clenching his chest as if to stop the ache.Sweat beaded across his forehead. His pulse thundered in his ears.
"What... was that?" he whispered.
Everything around him remained unchanged.The castle. The music. The stars.And yet... something was terribly wrong.
He walked toward the mirror.His reflection stared back — calm, composed.But his eyes...Those eyes had witnessed something dreadful.
Was it a warning?A memory of something yet to come?
His gaze shifted to the cabinet beside him — inside lay relics from his adventures:
The blade of the Elemental Lord he once defeated.
The hourglass from the Time Realm that no longer ticked.
A gemstone that used to speak riddles from the Spirit Realm.
A voice echoed in his mind, from long ago:
"Never ignore your instincts, Arinay. They've saved your life more than once."
He stood in silence for a moment longer, looking back out over his realm.
The stars still shimmered.Mytheria still breathed in peace.
But deep in his heart, he knew—
A new storm was coming.
And this time...It wasn't just the realms that would tremble.