Khanan: 31st century
Earth: 17th century

Khanan was a beautiful and powerful planet set far away from our orbit. It comprised of four continents, each occupied by a specific tribe.

It was noted as the 9th realm of the known 12 and as well the second most domineering in terms of defence and number one in terms of technology.

Despite the primordial time set on the Galaxy the planet managed to distinguish itself from the rest through discovering ground breaking devices. One of the most popular ones was the quick silver, known to foreign planets as the UFO.

The various tribes which inhabited the planet coexisted peacefully and engaged in healthy rivalry- when necessary.

The planet operated on the monarch system of leadership but was majorly controlled by two formidable beings;the Horae edge and Horae singularity.
  The monarch system however operated on a secondary scale, posing as the single authoritative head in which every Khananite was expected to honor, render service and make plights when due.

But today this authoritative stand may have reached it's brink of collapse as the rock set under may crumble.

"I say Aetheon. Your concept of having your sons battle it out for the throne will only give a headway to chaos" Lord Dimitri- one of the chief's in the king's panel expresses his thoughts before everyone.

"Dimitri is right my Lord." Another member said. "You do realize the power and support they possess by tribes they originated will make this competition evolve into a ring of conflict and probably the people may not take this less reasoned from a war."

"Yes I know. That's why I had the Primal sentry and the Primal knight in charge of the boarders and external affairs." The Queen- Anna, was also present as she laid her comment.

"What if the Imperial Primals go in favour of the primal tribe and find their artilleries to battle." Another member lays a comment that got he panel into an uproar.

Men toast their glasses in glee, showing their support to the motion while others just banged the table with their fists just to show their disagreement of the motion being possible.

"ENOUGH!" A voice rang out across the large hall which silenced even the loudest blather.

It was Aetheon Midasian, the ruler of the realm who speaks out after withstanding the ear aching complaints for over an hour.

" I have heard enough of your whining and chatter. It was was not my idea, but that if the Horae's to choose this as a determinant of a king." He said.

"... And the Horae's are not mad!" Another member shouts out in support.

"My sons- Zabion and Morphianae will embark on this new methodology as directed by..."

Aetheon stops his speech and everyone's attention was averted to a guard who stumbles into the council room, drenched in a great deal of blood.

"What in Xenon's name happened to you!?" A council member said.

The rest cover their noses as the foul odour of the blue blood diffused around.
The guard was helped to his feet by some officials near by and he managed to blurt out words.

" The primal sentry...Zynloyd my Lord. He... Ahh!" The guard battles the pain.

"What is it? Is it he who caused such discomfort to you?" Aetheon said.

Some council members wore the expression of I-told-you so on their faces.

"Treason my Lord. Zynloyd has released the sinister 12 to abet his plots...ahh!... We did our best to stop him but his dominance persists." The guard throws up a flood of blue blood on the ground, mixed with mince intestinal parts.

"Assemble the primal knight!" Aetheon orders.

"Negative sir" a guard responds. "He was assigned with some of the Mecurian tribe people to handle a siege at the ox-box sanctum."

"Aye!" The king says in regret "this I didn't seem to consider"

"Sir, I do reckon you assemble the legions promptly." A council member advices. " If Galiel Zynloyd is out there with the sinister 12 then we aren't far from a terrorist alert"

Murmurs were heard around the hall for a while till Aetheon left the premises, guards following closely behind.

The queen as well follows secretly.

*******
Aetheon Midasian arrives at the prison yard with the guards, heavily armed with laser rifles and braced with cutting edge blades.
  They look around in disgust and the grounds and walls were painted blue in blood stains. The area also had wardens hanging on impaling laser poles and littered body parts around the place.

The armed personnels form a circle around Aetheon as they matched stealthily across the soaked prison halls.

"Egad! Zynloyd has lost his mind. It could be a spell of some sort. what do you think chap?" A guard speaks to his colleague.

"Quiet! Focusing on the matter at hand is what's important" king Aetheon silences.

They keep walking along the pathway until a body- heavily dismantled, dropped from above with a thud and starts crawling upon it's busted legs.

They were surprised it still moved.

"There my Lord!" A guard points out with his blade.

They all head towards the mutilated survivor and help him out. Though they knew this would be short lived.

"Tell us what happened" a guard said.

They use a healing factor to keep the injured warden alive while the king fed on his answers.

"Sir... Uh!" The guard was in pain but managed to speak up.

"Galiel Zynloyd... He breached the fortress before anyone was aware. It... It was like a thunder bolt which struck down. We tried to stop him but he finished us all with several lightning bolts and helped the 12 abominations elude with a lot of weapons." The guard reports as he finally leans back on the wall and swallows large balls of air breath by breath.

"What in the singularity's name has come upon the sentry?!" Aetheon said.

He then rises to his feet with eyes literally in flames now.

"We shall find this traitor and bring his accomplices to justice. Even though it takes me tearing down each tribe." Aetheon rages out the yard with his hand clenched tightly in his sword. The guards follow up once more.

"The primal must not triumph in whatsoever plot he instigates. Not in my reign or as long as the Horae's exist" he says.

********

Outside, at the mainland of Khanan, soldiers of the great planet battle it out with the sinister 12 and the primal sentry.

Numerous genetic enhancements came into play here by the sinister 12 as they lashed out on the legion.

Powers such as: pyrokinesis, super strength, hyper-mobility and some more were matched up in the clash.

It seemed like the primal sentry and his Illuminati were having the tide on their side despite their meagre union.

Galiel rains down fingers of lightning into a portion of warriors in his path and channeled his super strength into his fist as he punches those who got close enough.

A sinister on the other side of the battle field speed punches numerous soldiers leaving them in paralysis and rendering their limbs and vertebrae smashed.
  The soldiers on the other hand did capitalize for a short while  as the managed to put up an impressive combo of attacks, but a sinister specialized in sorcery breaks them apart and disrupts their momentum.

"We have to get to the harnesstons!" Galiel shouts out to his pack.  "I'll clear a path while you all forge forward!" He continues.

The primal sentry holds up lightning bolts and strikes the legions approaching. It was an easy move for him but the soldiers kept suppressing.

It looked like they were surrounded at every cardinal.
The team regroup at a spot.

"Looks like option b must play."  Galiel said to himself.

"We move at different pace so I take it upon great consideration that we split up" he said.

"What if we all don't make it?" A sinister asks, setting her eyes on the progressing wave of soldiers.

"We just handled two battalions. I'm sure you'll do fine." Galiel said.

Some soldiers throw a stream of flames towards them but a sinister uses his shield and protects them.

"Go! Go! Go now, make haste while you still can!" Galiel screams under the heavy fire.

They all scatter into different positions in the multi colored field. Even Zynloyd flees as well.

*******
Zabion Midasian- one of the princes rides to the scene on a hovering vehicle. So does multiple guards behind him.

The door flung open and Zabion steps out with a frown on his face.

He was utterly disappointed and ashamed to see the soldiers standing adamantly around the field.

"Well...!" He yells as he throws both arms in the air.

"What in Hasteo's beard are you all doing here? Standing like you lost your senses in the sands!" Zabion continues.

"They... They just left my Lord. Like a disappearance." A soldier reports.

Zabion gives the man a look of ridicule but then remembers what the sinister 12 are capable of.
  He walks about with his arms stuck on his waist.

"And Zynloyd?" He asks.

"Gone my Lord. He gave the instructions to flee" a soldier said.

"Doesn't any of you morons remember any detail of their whereabouts?" Zabion looked disappointed.

"I mean you all couldn't even beat just... Just 13 Khananites!" He continues.

"Aye my Lord. Zynloyd was to mighty indeed. Now his has allegiance with the sinister who knows what will become of this planet." A bleeding soldier said.

"I don't think their staying in Khanan for long" a soldier said.

"What do you mean?" Zabion showed keen interest now.

"I overheard Zynloyd instructing  them to head towards temple of the harnesstons." The soldier replies.

"They plan on leaving the realm" Zabion said. He squeezes his forehead as he gives the motive at hand a thought.

"What time period did they flee?" Zabion asks.

"42 minutes ago sir. They scattered around. But judging by distance on foot they could be at the spear bridge by now." A soldier replied.

"Alright then. Arm yourselves and follow me suit" Zabion sways towards his vehicle and does every soldier as they March towards the north. Keeping a haunting eye for the sinister 12 or the primal sentry himself.

*********
Galiel arrived at the spear bridge out of breath. He bends to knees and looked around the large and beautifully laid temple.
  Judging by the absence of the rumbling noises which the harnesstons make when operated he discerned the sinister 12 were yet to arrive.

"They could be in already" he gives his thought a second assumption.

He walks up the spear bridge and begins to thread along the path of the perfectly laid giant platform shaped like a silver spear.

Galiel Zynloyd noticed a portion of the bridge radiated a more brilliant light which forced him to look away.

He sought for the incident of such light around and his eyes caught view of a fiery figure which projects itself from the sky and lands on the bridge, blocking his path.
  Zynloyd gnawed in rage. He sure wasn't ready for any more surprises.

The figure was cleared of it's flames and Aetheon Midasian emerges.

"Galiel Zynloyd, son of Slaeno. Why do you pose such an unfortunate event to your realm." Aetheon said, pacing side to side as he fixes his gaze on the sentry. "You embrace treason and betrayal. What does the sinister pay you? I can pay double!" He cries.

"My acts go far beyond the sinister 12. Let's just say my conquest is self driven." Galiel said.

" What honour did I not bestow upon thee Zynloyd? But yet you bring reproach to my crown and shame to the position you possess." Aetheon said.

"What purpose is position if a keep playing in the universe's puppet show, ay? What is it?!" Zynloyd barks.

"You dare speak of betrayal but you wouldn't give the Funex to the Primals. Despite the love our fathers showered on your pathetic tribe. Instead you settle us with a position of protecting a house of weaklings, a roof over the heads of liars!" Zynloyd really felt like lunging a thunderbolt and the king's heart now.

"Galiel you are very much aware of the consequences which may occur if the Funex was handed over to the Primals... An override of chaos and an unquenchable thirst for..."

"And if it doesn't get into our hands?" Galiel cuts Aetheon short as he draws closer.

"If It doesn't get into our hands... Well, all those assumptions of yours will still occur. Like what's happening now." Galiel continues. "You give into fallacy a lot Aetheon!" He screams.

"This isn't fallacy! Look what happened to Xcaro the brightburner" Aetheon does his best to talk some sense into Zynloyd.

"I do not presume stereotype" Zynloyd generates lightning around his fingers. "I shall end your irritable existence. Here and now!"

"Galiel, this is madness!" Aetheon cries as he fabricates a ball of flame on his palm.

"Then may the best man-made-of-mad win." Zynloyd remarks as he fires the lightning towards Aetheon.

The king extinguishes the incoming charge with a flame fence and then sends a flame charging into Galiel's chest, sending him screeching far back on the lustrous bridge.

Galiel looks ahead and sees the sinister 12 making their way into the temple stealthily.

"Galiel stop this now!" Aetheon said as he shoots another flame towards the target.

Galiel swiftly dodges and sends a lightning bolt in the air randomly which incapacitated Aetheon's right arm.

The king screams in pain and falls to his back, watching as his arm burns up in blue flames.

Zynloyd walks up steadily to Aetheon and sends the final lightning bolt driving into his torso.

Aetheon laid motionless on the spear bridge while he foamed all over his gold crested jacket.
Zynloyd crosses over the helpless king and makes his way to the temple.

He hastens up a bit when he heard hover vehicles approach from afar.
Moments later he enters the temple successfully.

Zabion and his men arrive later on and find the kind paralyzed.

Zabion first races out of his vehicle as he reaches for his helpless father. The other guards rush as well.

"My Lord!" The guards cry.

Zabion shakes in rage for a while and then looks up at the temple.

"Get him up and send him to the physicians" the prince commands.

He marches towards the temple to settle a score with the primal sentry.

*******
Galiel arrived at the main hall of the temple early enough and was relived to see the sinister... Wait they were only 6 now!

"What happened to the rest?!" Galiel looked astonished.

"They didn't make it. That bastard, Morphianae got them killed." A sinister refers to the other prince. A great telepath. "He could be here any moment from now."

"Aye! I didn't see that coming" Zynloyd said. "Well let us not waste another moment of our chance. Get the access keys to the harnesstons quick!" He continues.

They scour the temple for the keys. Luckily, Zynloyd already had the place mapped out in terms of hidden objects.

The harnesstons were access points in which an individual present in Khanan can gain entrance into the any of the foreign realms.

"I must seek Gaeatonia" Galiel Zynloyd said to himself. He looks at the little paper on his palm and then looked above.

According to the information he received from the primal knight months ago; the Funex was hidden in Gaeatonia which is known as earth- the fifth realm.

"Zynloyd!" A voice bounced on the the walls.

The sinister 6 were familiar to the raging tone of Zabion.

"Found one" a sinister raises the key and rushes to the nearest harnesston.

"Galiel I demand you to abort this madness!" Zynloyd voice rings around once more.
  He looked around sharply, finding a sinister to smite at once.

"Here is another!" Another sinister says as he runs towards the nearest harnesston.
  Zabion sees this and was quick to strike the platform which the sinister ran upon.
  The structure crashes to the ground so does everything below it.

Zabion was really pissed noticing the damage he was causing to the temple.

The sinister who fell from the height looked behind an sees Zabion. His heart skips in fright.

Zabion fires another light pulse at the sinister but misses to a wall, shattering it to pieces.

A fellow partner of the sinister helps him up and they both go through a harnesston.

Zynloyd was already at the fourth floor now. He looked down at the progress with a smirk and continues his run to the Gaeatonia harnesston above.

Zabion sees the primal sentry move amongst the steps. He launches himself to the next floor and continues to monitor Zynloyd.

"You can't keep running Galiel." Zabion said.

As he spoke, a sinister misses a step and falls back down to ground floor. Zabion killed her at once with a red pulse. He looks above and kills another he spots at the 6th floor.

"One more to go" Zabion said to himself. He searches around for the last one.

The last sinister was treacherous and cunning in diverse ways. It would be almost an impossibility to catch him.

"Do well to escape Khanan, Galiel, but mark my words. Where ever you step foot, that will be the last place you shall breathe." Zabion speaks as he still keeps an eye for the next sinister.

The last sinister however, takes a peek at Zabion from behind a pillar. He thinks hard of an escape plan and finally comes up with one.

"Aha! The Gaeatonia harnesston." Galiel said in relief as he looks above at the 10th floor.

"Good thing the Horae edge gave me keys in time" he continues said he launches himself to the next floor.

BOOM! An explosion thundered, making platforms come crashing down on Galiel. He lands back to the ground with a massive thud.

"What have you done Zynloyd?" Zabion, who was also shielding himself from the wreakage yelled  at Galiel.

"This is not my doing!" Zynloyd said.

"Then whose work is this?!" Zabion said.

The building keeps falling apart, dropping large fragments of steel and concrete.

Zynloyd and Midasian used every power they knew to shield themselves.
  But fate struck when a figure drops to the ground, squished under a large statue.

It was the last sinister and he was holding the Tringoid- a deadly device used to cause natural disasters to occur on a limited scale.

Zabion tries running towards the body to grab the object but Zynloyd sends him crashing into the walls with a vigorous punch.

Galiel takes a look at the Tringoid but ignored it knowing he had no time at all.

He launches himself towards the platform with all his might, dodging every fragment raining towards him.

Finally, he reaches his location.

Zynloyd pulls out the key which the Horae edge gave him. He runs towards the quagmire of a portal and places the key on the access point.
  The portal began to glow and the motion of the suspended liquid within moved faster.

He tries to take a step in but his legs wouldn't move. He tries to let out a cry of curse but his jaws wouldn't widen.

"What manner of sorcery is this?!". Galiel Zynloyd said to himself.

"Primal sentry" a voice said behind.

Galiel manages to look with his side vision and sees the other prince- Morphianae Midasian, standing behind him.

He was the one who seized Zynloyd in such manner.

"I have something to bargain with thee" Morphianae said as he pulls out an object from his coat.

"If you may..."

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