Chapter :4
Evan sat in his dimly lit room, his golden eyes fixed on the tiny serpent curled up in his hands. The Basilisk—his Basilisk—was barely the size of his forearm. Its sleek black scales shimmered with a faint bluish tint, and its wings, though small, twitched as if sensing the world around it. The creature blinked at him, its reptilian eyes glowing with a deep, mysterious light.
Evan exhaled slowly. It had been half a year of relentless effort—studying magic, learning about beast taming, and waiting anxiously for the egg to hatch. He had imagined a monstrous, fearsome creature emerging from the egg. Instead, he was met with an unexpectedly cute, snake-like companion.
His father, Duke Rowley Rochel, and his mother, Lady Evelyne, stood nearby, watching with unreadable expressions. The banquet had ended days ago, and the news of Evan awakening a Divine Beast had already spread across the empire.
"How… do you feel?" Duke Rowley asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity.
Evan lifted his gaze. "Strange… but connected," he admitted. "It's like I can feel its emotions, almost as if it's speaking to me, but without words."
The Holy Bishop, who had overseen the ceremony, nodded with approval. "A bond like this is rare. Divine Beasts only form such connections with those they deem worthy."
Evan looked down at the Basilisk, which let out a tiny hiss and slithered up his arm, curling around his shoulder. He felt its warmth—comforting, despite its ominous reputation.
"It recognizes you as its master." The bishop's tone was filled with awe. "The Serpent King bloodline… Water and Darkness elements… truly, fate has chosen you, young Evan."
His mother placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You have a great responsibility now," she said softly. "The Basilisk is a creature of legend. Its very existence will attract attention—both good and bad."
Evan swallowed hard. "I understand, Mother."
The next morning, Evan was taken to the family's private training grounds. His father stood at the center, arms crossed, watching as his son attempted to communicate with his Basilisk.
"Beast taming is more than just forming a bond," Duke Rowley explained. "It's about trust, discipline, and control. Your beast will only be as strong as your will."
Evan nodded, determination gleaming in his eyes. He extended his hand toward the Basilisk, focusing on their connection.
"Alright," he whispered, "show me what you can do."
The Basilisk lifted its tiny head, sensing Evan's intent. Suddenly, a faint dark mist began to swirl around it. The air grew heavier as the shadows thickened, wrapping around the creature like an aura of power.
Rowley's eyes narrowed. "Darkness Manifestation… for a newborn, that's impressive."
Evan clenched his fists, feeling the magic surge through their bond. His Basilisk possessed Water and Darkness elements, meaning it had access to two types of elemental magic. Most tamers were lucky to receive a beast aligned with even one element—two was almost unheard of.
"Let's test its water affinity next," Rowley instructed.
Evan took a deep breath, focusing his mana. He imagined the movement of the sea, the flow of rivers, the crashing of waves. His Basilisk responded immediately. The dark mist faded, replaced by tiny droplets of water gathering in the air around it.
A small bubble of water formed, floating just above the ground.
Evan grinned. "Amazing…"
His father nodded approvingly. "With training, it will become much stronger. You must refine its control over both elements. In time, your Basilisk will evolve—if your bond remains unbreakable."
Evan's heart pounded. Evolve? He had heard the rumors—some beasts could evolve into even greater forms.
"Legend says that Basilisks, if nurtured properly, can become dragons," Rowley continued. "It depends on your luck… and your strength as a tamer."
Evan met his father's gaze. "Then I'll make sure that happens."
A Visitor from Aflety Magic Academy
Later that day, as Evan continued training, a formal carriage arrived at the Rochel estate. A man in a long, flowing cloak stepped out, his presence commanding attention.
"Lord Gawain…" Rowley muttered under his breath.
Evan recognized the name. Lord Gawain—the greatest beast tamer in the empire. The Dean of Aflety Magic Academy.
The man approached with a slow, measured stride, his silver hair reflecting the sunlight. His piercing blue eyes scanned Evan before settling on the Basilisk coiled around his shoulder.
"So this is the boy everyone is talking about," Gawain mused.
Evan straightened, meeting his gaze.
Gawain smirked. "You have good instincts, I can tell. But instincts alone won't be enough."
Evan clenched his fists. "Then teach me."
The older man chuckled. "Eager, are we? That's good. The academy has its entrance exam in three years. If you wish to attend, you'll need to be ready."
Evan's mind raced. Three years… that's all the time I have to prepare.
Gawain turned to Rowley. "I will personally oversee his training during his time at Aflety. He has great potential."
Rowley nodded. "Then it's settled. Evan will enter Aflety Magic Academy when he turns ten."
Evan felt a rush of excitement and anxiety. He had three years to prepare—not just to master magic, but to become a true beast tamer.
His Basilisk let out a soft hiss, as if sensing his determination.
No matter what, he would prove himself.
With Evan's awakening complete, the next arc will focus on:
Evan develops his bond with the Basilisk.
He refines his control over Water and Darkness magic.
He meets rival noble children, some of whom will also attend Aflety Magic Academy.
He learns about the history of Divine Beasts and why they are so rare.
The entrance exam: A test of magic, combat, and beast taming.
Evan faces other talented noble children.
He meets the heirs of rival families, including those from the other two dukedoms.
A mysterious organization watches from the shadows, interested in Evan's Basilisk…
This will set up major conflicts and alliances in the academy, where Evan will begin uncovering the secrets of Divine Beasts and his true destiny.
Do you want me to add specific rival characters for Evan at Aflety? Also, do you want the mysterious organization to be a major antagonist? Let me know!
Evan sat in his dimly lit room, his golden eyes fixed on the tiny serpent curled up in his hands. The Basilisk—his Basilisk—was barely the size of his forearm. Its sleek black scales shimmered with a faint bluish tint, and its wings, though small, twitched as if sensing the world around it. The creature blinked at him, its reptilian eyes glowing with a deep, mysterious light.
Evan exhaled slowly. It had been half a year of relentless effort—studying magic, learning about beast taming, and waiting anxiously for the egg to hatch. He had imagined a monstrous, fearsome creature emerging from the egg. Instead, he was met with an unexpectedly cute, snake-like companion.
His father, Duke Rowley Rochel, and his mother, Lady Evelyne, stood nearby, watching with unreadable expressions. The banquet had ended days ago, and the news of Evan awakening a Divine Beast had already spread across the empire.
"How… do you feel?" Duke Rowley asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity.
Evan lifted his gaze. "Strange… but connected," he admitted. "It's like I can feel its emotions, almost as if it's speaking to me, but without words."
The Holy Bishop, who had overseen the ceremony, nodded with approval. "A bond like this is rare. Divine Beasts only form such connections with those they deem worthy."
Evan looked down at the Basilisk, which let out a tiny hiss and slithered up his arm, curling around his shoulder. He felt its warmth—comforting, despite its ominous reputation.
"It recognizes you as its master." The bishop's tone was filled with awe. "The Serpent King bloodline… Water and Darkness elements… truly, fate has chosen you, young Evan."
His mother placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You have a great responsibility now," she said softly. "The Basilisk is a creature of legend. Its very existence will attract attention—both good and bad."
Evan swallowed hard. "I understand, Mother."
The next morning, Evan was taken to the family's private training grounds. His father stood at the center, arms crossed, watching as his son attempted to communicate with his Basilisk.
"Beast taming is more than just forming a bond," Duke Rowley explained. "It's about trust, discipline, and control. Your beast will only be as strong as your will."
Evan nodded, determination gleaming in his eyes. He extended his hand toward the Basilisk, focusing on their connection.
"Alright," he whispered, "show me what you can do."
The Basilisk lifted its tiny head, sensing Evan's intent. Suddenly, a faint dark mist began to swirl around it. The air grew heavier as the shadows thickened, wrapping around the creature like an aura of power.
Rowley's eyes narrowed. "Darkness Manifestation… for a newborn, that's impressive."
Evan clenched his fists, feeling the magic surge through their bond. His Basilisk possessed Water and Darkness elements, meaning it had access to two types of elemental magic. Most tamers were lucky to receive a beast aligned with even one element—two was almost unheard of.
"Let's test its water affinity next," Rowley instructed.
Evan took a deep breath, focusing his mana. He imagined the movement of the sea, the flow of rivers, the crashing of waves. His Basilisk responded immediately. The dark mist faded, replaced by tiny droplets of water gathering in the air around it.
A small bubble of water formed, floating just above the ground.
Evan grinned. "Amazing…"
His father nodded approvingly. "With training, it will become much stronger. You must refine its control over both elements. In time, your Basilisk will evolve—if your bond remains unbreakable."
Evan's heart pounded. Evolve? He had heard the rumors—some beasts could evolve into even greater forms.
"Legend says that Basilisks, if nurtured properly, can become dragons," Rowley continued. "It depends on your luck… and your strength as a tamer."
Evan met his father's gaze. "Then I'll make sure that happens."
A Visitor from Aflety Magic Academy
Later that day, as Evan continued training, a formal carriage arrived at the Rochel estate. A man in a long, flowing cloak stepped out, his presence commanding attention.
"Lord Gawain…" Rowley muttered under his breath.
Evan recognized the name. Lord Gawain—the greatest beast tamer in the empire. The Dean of Aflety Magic Academy.
The man approached with a slow, measured stride, his silver hair reflecting the sunlight. His piercing blue eyes scanned Evan before settling on the Basilisk coiled around his shoulder.
"So this is the boy everyone is talking about," Gawain mused.
Evan straightened, meeting his gaze.
Gawain smirked. "You have good instincts, I can tell. But instincts alone won't be enough."
Evan clenched his fists. "Then teach me."
The older man chuckled. "Eager, are we? That's good. The academy has its entrance exam in three years. If you wish to attend, you'll need to be ready."
Evan's mind raced. Three years… that's all the time I have to prepare.
Gawain turned to Rowley. "I will personally oversee his training during his time at Aflety. He has great potential."
Rowley nodded. "Then it's settled. Evan will enter Aflety Magic Academy when he turns ten."
Evan felt a rush of excitement and anxiety. He had three years to prepare—not just to master magic, but to become a true beast tamer.
His Basilisk let out a soft hiss, as if sensing his determination.
No matter what, he would prove himself.
Evan develops his bond with the Basilisk.
He refines his control over Water and Darkness magic.
He meets rival noble children, some of whom will also attend Aflety Magic Academy.
He learns about the history of Divine Beasts and why they are so rare.
The entrance exam: A test of magic, combat, and beast taming.
Evan faces other talented noble children.
He meets the heirs of rival families, including those from the other two dukedoms.
A mysterious organization watches from the shadows, interested in Evan's Basilisk…
This will set up major conflicts and alliances in the academy, where Evan will begin uncovering the secrets of Divine Beasts and his true destiny.
End chapter