Hybrid's Dominion

 **Chapter 2 Birth of the Hybrid**

The forest was silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant howl of the wind. 

Deep within the heart of the Bloodfang Tribe's territory, a child was born—a child that would one day shake the foundations of the world. 

Paul's story began not with triumph, but with tragedy. 

His mother, Mira, was the daughter of Vulcan, the fearsome orc chieftain of the Bloodfang Tribe. She was fierce, intelligent, and rebellious, traits that made her both admired and feared among her people.

 But Mira's defiance went beyond mere rebellion. She had fallen in love with Thorn, a barbarian warrior from the Stormclaw Clan—a man who was supposed to be her enemy. 

The orcs and barbarians had been locked in a bitter feud for generations, their hatred passed down like a curse. Yet, Mira and Thorn's love was undeniable.

They met in secret, their bond forged in the shadows of the forest, away from the prying eyes of their clans. When Mira discovered she was pregnant, their secret could no longer be kept. 

The Bloodfang Tribe was outraged. To them, the child was an abomination, a living symbol of betrayal.

 Mira was stripped of her status and cast out, forced to live in exile at the edge of the village. 

Thorn, too, faced the wrath of his people. He was branded a traitor and driven into the wilderness, never to return. 

When the child was born, his hybrid features were impossible to ignore. His skin bore the faint brown hue of a barbarian, but his tusks marked him as part orc. 

The elders demanded the child's death, claiming his existence would bring ruin to the tribe.

 Vulcan, torn between his love for his daughter and his duty as chieftain, was forced to make a difficult decision. 

In a secret council, Vulcan struck a compromise. The child would not be killed, but he would be taken far from the village and left in the forest. If the spirits willed it, the boy would survive. If not, his fate would be sealed. Mira, weakened and heartbroken, begged her father to spare her son, but Vulcan's decision was final. 

On a cold, moonlit night, the child was carried deep into the forest by a group of orc warriors. They left him at the base of an ancient tree, his tiny form exposed to the elements, wrapped only in the chill of the night air. 

As they walked away, one warrior hesitated. He was an old shaman, loyal to Vulcan but moved by the child's cries. 

Secretly, he placed a small talisman around the child's neck—a charm imbued with protective magic. 

Hours passed, and the forest grew colder. The child's cries echoed through the trees, growing weaker with each passing moment. 

Despite the shaman's talisman, the bitter cold and lack of warmth proved too much. The child's breath faded, and his tiny body grew still. 

Meanwhile, Mira, still recovering from childbirth, never forgot her son. Though she was forbidden from seeking him, she clung to the hope that one day they would be reunited. 

Vulcan, too, carried the weight of his decision, his stern exterior masking the guilt that gnawed at him. 

Days later, Mira found the strength to defy her father's orders. She ventured into the forest, driven by a mother's desperate love. Her heart pounded as she followed the faint trail left by the warriors, her breath visible in the cold air. Minutes before her arrival, something extraordinary happened. 

A soul from another world—Paul—was drawn to the lifeless body of the child. As if guided by fate, his essence merged with the tiny form, rekindling the spark of life. The child's chest rose and fell once more, his cries piercing the stillness of the forest. 

Mira stumbled upon the scene, her heart leaping with both joy and disbelief. She scooped her son into her arms, tears streaming down her face as she felt the warmth of his body against hers. 

Without hesitation, she rushed back to her hut, cradling him close, vowing to protect him no matter the cost. 

Paul's birth was a forbidden union, a clash of two worlds that should never have met. 

Yet, it was this very union that would shape his destiny. The blood of orcs and barbarians flowed through his veins, a combination of strength, resilience, and untapped potential. 

Little did Mira know, the child she held was no ordinary boy. He was a vessel for a soul from another world.