And so, the Crystal Dragon once again for the last time, descended into the Mortal Realm to find a female being already giving birth to an odd, yet special child to give that child the godly power. The Crystal Dragon knew the child it was looking for had to be a very, very special child; a child that had a balance of life and death.
“The child I choose will have its father’s blood destroyed but will keep its mother’s blood,” said the Crystal Dragon. “Its father’s blood will be gone but my godly power will take the place of the father’s blood. And so let it be known this child I choose will be mine and the woman giving birth will be the mother and raise it as any mortal mother would.”
Then after roaming the Mortal Realm of Pangaea for a long, long time, the Crystal Dragon found a pregnant woman, a female being that was neither human, spirit, or Titan, but a woman of the physical world going by the name Celestreá la Mùne. She had long hair, ad silver as the full moon and a green dress of a gentle rainforest green and eyes that sparkled like the starry night.
The Crystal Dragon found the woman in labor, no trace of the mortal father with the mother giving birth.
“You give birth to a child but where is the father?” asked the Crystal Dragon.
“The father is not here,” said Celestreá la Mùne. “He had been away for a long time and I fear he may never come back. It broke my heart when he left and now my child will grow without a father.”
“He will have a father, but not among the Mortal Realm. I, the Crystal Dragon God of Light and Shadow, will choose this child as my son. The power I give him will be a divine power, so that he may defeat an ancient evil that was cast away but will return in the future.
“When I insert my power into him, the blood he inherited from his mortal father shall be destroyed and be recreated by a new immortal bloodline: the power of a god. He will become a demigod; therefore, he had been chosen by the gods to be the Catalyst of the Gods of the Mortal Realm.”
So it was this woman the Crystal Dragon chose, when the child was born with a small touch of one of its claws, the Crystal Dragon let out a single glow. Placing a small power within the child’s heart, destroying half its body and replacing the destroyed half with new legs, legs of a dragon and as well as a pair of wings.
“This child is half mortal and half god. His skin not glowing will show his mortal side while his glowing legs will show his godly side. He will bring an age of peace to the Mortal Realm and forever dispose of the Dark Spirit King, Lusìvar.”
With a child found and chosen by the gods to be their weapon and ultimate salvation for the Mortal Realm, the Crystal Dragon went back to the Realm of the Gods to watch over its son from there.
The Crystal Dragon had finally rejoined the other gods to watch the son of Celestreá la Mùne grow to be the one the Crystal Dragon chose to become the fighter meant to seal Lusìvar in a permanent prison.
“You think he is the one?” asked Adelpha. “He doesn’t look like he would be able to fight anyone.”
Origenes gazed upon the woman looking over the baby covered in a large blanket the Crystal Dragon had chosen. “He’s going to be an outcast. His appearance alone will make his mother abandon him; she’ll leave him to die in unexplored territory in the Mortal Realm. His appearance will make everyone insult him and hold him in low regard. If he lives and grows like a regular person, he will surely wish to be dead.”
“He will need time to grow,” said the Crystal Dragon. “His mortal father had abandoned him and the mother, but the mother will look after her precious child. She will teach him the way of life and he will learn that a god had chosen him as its child.”
“You want this child to grow, even if it means throwing in sadness and happiness at the same time?” asked Origenes.
The dragon god nodded its head at Origenes. “I’ve chosen him to be our presence in the mortal realm. Now it’s up to him to deliver what I have given him.”
The child would grow up with his mother, Celestreá la Mùne. She taught him the way of life and the way to live. The God of Death was right: the child did grow up as an outcast; he looked completely different from everyone else. The child’s appearance made him feel like he was never meant to be a part of their society.
Pangaea did not seem to be the place for the demigod to be living. But Celestreá la Mùne did vow for her son to grow up and teach him everything there was to know about living, even though she couldn’t protect him all of the time.
But despite the challenges, Celestreá la Mùne kept watch over her only son. The child soon learned that his mortal father had left them, but a new one found them and took them in under its wing. Celestreá la Mùne revealed to her son the mortal father was replaced with a god, choosing the child to be a heroic defender of the life that thrived on Pangaea.
As some years passed, the child began to grow bigger. Soon the child was joined by another child; Celestreá la Mùne found another mortal man to love and became one with him. She gave birth to another child, a daughter and a half-sister to the
