The Birth of a Demigod

It was a day like any other in the small town of Enotteh Gizzip, or so it would have seemed to a casual observer. The time-worn stone houses stood motionless under a heavy gray sky, while a restless wind swept through the narrow streets.
Inside the Agreb family home, however, normalcy had already been shattered: heavy, frantic footsteps echoed on the floor, mingling with the groans of pain from a woman and the urgent instructions of an old doctor with a long white beard.

The head of the family, a man with a gaunt face and tense eyes, approached the bed where his wife was struggling between life and death.

«Dear, how are you?» he asked in a voice that tried to be steady.

She didn't respond with words, only with broken sounds of pain, while the doctor continued to work tirelessly.

«There's not much more time, madam, hang in there.» he repeated, as if repetition could hold together that fragile moment.

Outside, meanwhile, the situation was escalating. Soldiers ran through the streets, shouting orders and curses at an enemy that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The city's defenses were crumbling, and the chaos was creeping ever closer to that house.

Then, in the midst of that chaos, the child was born.
It was the year 2006.
But what came to light was not what the world expected.
For a moment, no one spoke. Time itself seemed to stand still as the doctor lifted the newborn and looked at him, unable to explain. His features were… 🐷 wrong, unnatural, as if something ancient and distorted had infiltrated the very process of birth. The mother, still reeling from the pain, looked up, and when she saw her son, her face distorted into an expression of pure terror.

«My son... my son is a monster!» she cried in despair.

The father of the family said nothing. He remained still for a long second, then slowly reached behind his back and pulled out a knife. There was no hatred in his eyes, but a cold, absolute resolve. He was about to strike when the door was violently smashed
down.
Three enemy soldiers burst into the room, armed and covered in blood.

«But how...? Have our soldiers already perished?» the doctor muttered, unable to comprehend how the front had
collapsed so quickly.
The head of the family reacted instinctively. He          pushed the doctor away and placed himself between the soldiers and his family, gripping the knife with desperate determination. The three men drew 🗡 their 🗡 swords 🗡 almost in unison, and the fight began without hesitation. The blades crossed, sparks flying into the air, as the man fought with all his remaining strength. He managed to dodge the first attack, deflect the second, but the third soldier found an opening and struck precisely in the shoulder.
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It seemed over.

And then something happened that no one could have ever predicted.

The newborn began to glow.

It wasn't a normal light, nor something explainable by reason: it was intense, alive, almost blinding. Energy built up in his small body, trembling as if about to explode, and then, with a sudden, almost grotesque sound. Like a burp, that light was released in a single, devastating beam that crossed the room and struck the soldiers.

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Nothing remained of them, only silence.

The child, immediately afterward, relaxed and fell asleep, as if that superhuman act had completely emptied him.
No one in the room could speak. That newborn creature, that "monster," had done what no armed man had ever managed. Not with a blade 🗡, not with an arrow ⁀➴, but with something that in their eyes could only be magic. ✨

The head of the family, however, did not change his mind. That thing could not live. He tried again to kill it, but the knife failed even to wound it.
It was then that they made their final decision.
The child was placed in a basket and abandoned in the forest.

For eight lloonngg years, the continent of Enotteh Gizzip was the scene of an invisible war. No one saw the enemy, yet villages continued to
fall, rivers dried up inexplicably, and people went mad in their sleep, haunted by nightmares that seemed more real than reality itself.
Yet, in the midst of all this, there was a hero.
He had no army, no name, no one to recognize him. He fought alone, every night, in a place that belonged not to the physical world, but to something deeper and darker: his own soul.
That child who grew up in the forest knew nothing of his origins. He believed he had simply been abandoned, born from a basket and forgotten by the world.

He avoided civilization because every time someone saw him, the reaction was always the same: fear, screams, run.
Yet, he didn't want to hurt anyone.
He was just a boy.
A boy with his whole life ahead of him.
Until one day, while he was meditating in silence, a voice spoke to him.

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There was no one around him, yet that voice was clear, direct, impossible to ignore. It told him he was the chosen one.
Curiosity finally drove him to approach human beings. He followed one of them, a hunter, hoping to find answers, or perhaps just someone like him. But the reaction was what he feared.

«Help! A demon is chasing me!» the man shouted, attracting the attention of others.
In moments, the child found himself surrounded by armed, dirty, hungry men, their eyes filled with hatred. He covered his face, frightened, hoping that gesture would be enough to stop them.
It wasn't enough...
He ran away, fast as a rocket, but instead of returning to the forest, he went deeper and deeper into the village, until he bumped into someone.
A woman in her thirties looked him

up and

down.

But she didn't see a monster.
She stood in of him front, protecting him from the guards.

«This is just a child. You don't want to kill him because he has a different face than yours, do you?» she said firmly.
That sentence changed everything.
For the first time, someone stood up for him.
That woman took him in, gave him a home, and, above all, a name.

Federico.

And, over time, a nickname.
Fedex.
From there, a new life began. He learned to speak, to live among others, even to go to school. It wasn't easy: many despised him, others feared him, but some found him... interesting. Those few friends became his world.
And together, they transformed the forest into something more. A kingdom. 🌲🏰🌲

Fedex, at just eight years old, became a ruler. It didn't matter that the land wasn't his or that his soldiers were children: in his mind, and in the minds of his friends, that kingdom was real. They defended it, built it,   e x p a n d e d   it.
Over time, other factions arose. The pacifists of the near park, who sought to avoid conflict, and the faction of the lonely tree, small but ambitious, thirsty for power. But none could match the strength and organization of Fedex's faction.
Alliances formed and broke. Betrayals began. When his castle was destroyed due to leaked information, Fedex's reaction was immediate and ruthless. He declared war.
His strategy was simple but devastating: he sent his worst soldiers first, wearing down the enemy, and only then launched the attack with his best. The Lonely Tree faction was not ready for that fury.

Fedex emerged triumphant.

And when they attempted revenge months later, they found an even stronger kingdom. ⚜️

Thanks to spies, Fedex anticipated every move. When the enemies arrived, they were surrounded and annihilated.

From that day on, no one dared challenge him again.

But the real war... had not yet begun.