DARK QUEEN:Rise of the Hybrid

Flashback - Birth of a Rebellion

A Glimpse to the past...

The war has been won over.

On a cold night as the white silver moon brightly graces the sky. A creature with black furs, green violent gaze, stood up proudly on the mountain top, raising a banner of their bloodline. And amidst the silence, his howl echoes as if he's humming a victorious joyous tone towards the moon.

The other of his kind howled with him in response, glorifying his presence.

He is Arzoc.

He is a wolf. A pure wolf.

And today, he delivered not only his clan but other bloodlines too; the vampires and witches.

As he raises their banner, he's filled with emotions, for this means a new era for all of them.

An era of change

An end to extreme traditions.

And the start to a hopeful generation for all bloodlines.

Today, Arzoc made history.

Today, he has become a legend.

Few years before

In the far east city near the Arctic, three bloodlines live in harmony in one territory - the Immortal Blood, Arzoc's Kingdom, and the witches. They all get along because they share one common thing, they're all despised and hunted by humans. At this age, people aren't scared of them anymore. They have developed ways on how to subdue them.

The Immortal Blood is composed of Vampires. Arzoc's clan is composed of different packs of werewolves, and the witches are humans with magic who are brave enough to mingle with monsters like them.

This is a time of perfect unity.

Different creatures.

One common enemy - the humans.

And of course, one strong personality rises above them all, Arzoc himself.

Inside the dark aerial, the high ancient hall are the fathers of the three bloodlines. Clothe in their traditional symbolic robe, they all seated in a rustic pointed chair with pride and bravery in their eyes. In the center of them, is Arzoc, the most cunning and courageous of them all.

It's noticeable to have no female in the room. All are males. Their Kings are called fathers, for patriarchy is one prevalent tradition they have in this era. Females are meant to be protected, males are meant to rule, even the clan of the witches abide in this tradition.

Until Arzoc's mate gives birth to a daughter. How could he have an heir? A daughter could not inherit a throne. But until that day he did not have a son.

" Maybe we have to open our mind about the possibility that even a girl could be an heir", his wife said to him.

Arzoc's brows furrowed. He turns to his wife. He wanted to raise his voice but his heart melts whenever he gazes at his wife's lovely face. For him, his wife Galia is perhaps the most perfect mate she could have. Although she came from the smallest pack in the Kingdom but she's a she-wolf of courage and dignity. Her wife a proof that females could be strong. That they have their own unique of magic that need not be forlorn.

Arzoc smiles warmly at his wife.

" I understand your point but I don't think the entire land is ready for it", he said.

" why not try and see?", Galia replies.

" uhm..." chuckling... Arzoc gets quite surprised at his wife's courage. Does she even understand the cost of it?

Galia moves closer to him, " Honey.." she mutters in a sweet tone,

" your this thing that sticks keeps all the bloodline in peace, without an heir peace in this land will be at risk," Galia said as she fixes his fur cloak.

She has a point on that. Arzoc thinks.

As days go by

Arzoc's daughter grew into a beautiful lady. Ariel is now a 15-year-old female wolf, born with a distinctive sense and unusual strength, but because of her gender, she remains unnoticed while the kings of the other bloodlines are pressuring his father to have an heir - a male. But Arzoc refuses to have offspring from anyone despite the chances that he could have a male heir. He is loyal to his mate. In the tradition of the three bloodlines, it's accepted for a King to have many wives, but Arzoc could not afford to break his wife's heart. Besides, he knows in his heart that Ariel, his daughter. Even if she's a girl she had inherited his abilities. His very eyes saw that his daughter is capable to lead.

Maybe, now is the time to try what my wife was suggesting for long. He thinks.

As months go by...

" We're attack ! Intruders!"

Screaming...

Fires flying in the air...

Explosions everywhere...

And it worsens when a gas bomb made with silver substances, which is the wolves' ultimate weakness is thrown in the air. Arzoc sees how their people fainted succumbing to their breath. They tried to transform but they couldn't find enough strength to do so.

After that, the intruders throw a device reaching the forest's canopy. Then there's a huge blast after, trees collapse exposing the entire area to sunlight. And some dragged the vampires, women, children towards it. The vampires struggle too, groaning in pain, cringing on the ground as their bodies felt weaker as they are exposed to sunlight. They're waiting for the witches to save their day, but they too had been tricked. Some of them had been hung up in the pole and are now burning.

This is a day of s*******r.

At that time, their men failed to protect their women. The primary victim of the chaos is mostly females.

Although they manage to survive that dreadful day, they mourned for the deaths of many. But that incident opens a chance for Arzoc to introduce his long-time agenda, an agenda of change.

After a year

" Our people mostly women wouldn't have died if they know how to protect themselves." Arzoc begins.

Pause.

Yet, they're waiting for what he'll say next.

" I would like to propose a tournament in which all could participate," said Arzoc.

His words arouse intrigued.

"All?...you mean all?" they ask

" yeah...all, even girls can join", Arzoc replies.

And the place is filled with murmurings.

Arzoc raises his hand telling them to be quiet. He rises from his seat and addresses them all, this time in a forceful tone.

" We follow the same tradition. We share the same land. Yet we do not share the same blood. Now, it's time to unite our blood, our lineage in hope of creating a stronger version of us. May it be a man or woman of our kind. We only have one enemy - the Humans. It's our goal for our race to survive and I hope we are willing to do any way we can." Arzoc said.

They could not argue with him. His speech is so moving.

From that day on there have been changes in the land. Little by little each clan had been open about the changing role of their females.

The tournament came. It is participated by all of each bloodline, vampires, wolves, and witches. It is a contest of strength and the tournament aims to discover also the extraordinary in each bloodline. But there is only one that stands out - Ariel, the daughter of Arzoc, a werewolf.

That tournament gives Ariel a chance to be known, and to be accepted, moreover, it opens the mind of many about her being the heir of her father.

Days go by...

Everything went well.

The time favors Arzoc.

The tradition had been changed completely and now it's no longer a problem to them if Arzoc's successor is a female, his daughter.

But not for Yuela.

Yuela is a witch. She looks like she's in her mid-twenties. Wavy hair and spell experts.

Almost all of the witches population are consists of females. The tournament is her hope for their bloodline to rise to power, to be recognized. She tried hard to win in the competition, but Ariel, that young girl surpassed her.

I have to find another way for our clan's future to become better. She thinks.

" Yuela..!",

" She's here!"

A young maid enters her chamber. Yeula smiles at her.

" here..make sure he'll consume that", she said to the maid.

My plan should work before Arzoc officially announces his heir. She thinks while she watches the maid walk away.

Months after, Yuela becomes Arzoc's second wife. But still, even at this time, she can't bear him an heir and this irritates her for that means Ariel is the sole heir of his father.

Until the day she's scared most came - Arzoc will be officially announcing Ariel as his heir.

" I can't allow that!", Yuela mutters in a loathsome tone. And she sneaks out of the palace that one stormy night. She caused a werewolf to fall into her spell, and she mated with him. After several days, she goes back to the palace and found out that she's pregnant, but the declaration ceremony is over. Ariel has been officially announced as the heir. Yuela got very furious that her plan to siege the throne intensifies.

" Fathers!", a panting wolf rushes to the bloodline leaders.

" The humans again are planning to terminate us!"

" Again?!"

" Yeah, and it would be worst this time! They have developed a weapon...just one weapon to kill us all...like all bloodlines in one shot!"

The fathers rise to their seats. This is now the biggest threat to their existence. And they don't know if they're gonna win this time.

The day before the war

" Ariel my daughter... you're the most exceptional, the strongest in our clan. If ever something bad happens to me, you uphold what we were fighting for.", Arzoc told Ariel. There's sadness in his tone. Ariel being young couldn't understand what's really going on. Why do the humans want them dead? Why do they have no place in this world? As of now, she knows of one thing - to please his father.

" Yeah Baba ( dad)", she softly replied.

" Great Wolf King...it's now time", a commander interrupted them. He is telling Arzoc that it's now time to enter the battlefield. The humans are near and that they have no time anymore.

" Meet me in Mt Sidon...after this.. okay?", Arzoc said to her daughter.

And they hurried away.

Meanwhile

Mt. Sidon...

Yuela smiles viciously at what she heard while hiding in the corner. Perfect for what was planned. She thinks.

Balefire red blood splattered on the soil, banging sounds and explosions reverberate amidst a moonless sky. Swords are clinking amidst growls and screams of helplessness. The intruders are strong but the three bloodlines are stronger. They learned from the past war. They are prepared now. Their pangs are raging. Their howls are dominating, unintimidated, and violent. Their magics are subduing.

The three bloodlines - The vampires, werewolves, and witches are united.

And none of them was weak. All are warriors.

And they won.

Silence...

Dead bodies of their enemies lay on the ground. The dark clouds in the sky gradually vanish. The huge round silver-white moon appears again.

A howl...

Then another... that was such a powerful howl.

It's Arzoc standing on the top of Mt Sidon. As he howls his wolf is slowly turning into that of a man.

Howl again. This time bolder. Raving. He's raising up the flag of the three bloodlines, waving it in pride and victory.

It's like he's saying to them that this day is their liberation. He's thanking the moon for it.

And the entire land is filled with shouts and howling.

" Baba!" Ariel calls at his dad with glee. She had just arrived at the Mount. Arzoc runs to her daughter and embraced her and they together faced the crowd with smiles. The bloodlines know it's a signal, with the presence of his daughter means Arzoc is officially passing on his reign to her.

"What a tear-jerker scene," Yuela mutters. Her voice is filled with sarcasm. Then she raises her hands and aims an arrow at Arzoc.

One.Two.Three... and it flies quick striking Arzoc at the chest.

" Baba!!", seems like Ariel could not hear her own scream. That was fast and shocking. She pulls out her sword and looks around, searching where the culprit is hiding.

And then... another arrow.

Blood sprouts on her mouth as Ariel grasps at the arrow on her chest. She tried to pull it but the pain is excruciating, but before she could do it, she's hit with another one.

The three bloodlines rioted.

Who did it?

Who's the enemy?

Now, Arzoc is gone. His descendant too. Who's gonna be our King?

Soft high murmurs filled the air.

Meanwhile in a distant place, in a quiet town of humans, a woman is travailing in birth. She keeps on pushing but the worried looks on the midwife's face can't be erased because she knows that in cases like this only one would be alive, it's either the mom or the baby. One last blow, the mother screams aloud and the baby comes out. It was a beautiful girl but the problem is, she didn't cry. The midwife worriedly taps her but still nothing. She laid the baby on the bed to check. Then sadness envelops her face. The baby is dead. She glanced at the mom. She's not breathing too.

But just when the midwife is about to wrap the baby, a strong blazing light falls on it, glistening so bright that it almost blinded her, and after a while, she heard the baby cried.

" Your alive!", the midwife gasps in joy and cuddles the baby, but then she gets frightened by the unusual color of her eyes.

" What are you?", she whispers.