The Reapers : Sons of the Void

🎙️ Narrator (smiling tone):

"Warriors leave their mark not just with strength… but sometimes with their sweat.

But no one ever told them that a hero's journey might start… with a morning bath."

Leonhardt Kingdom – Training Ground, DawnThe sun has risen, birds chirping.

The three of them—Felix, Brien, and Miller—lie collapsed on the sandy ground, exhausted, covered in dust and breathing heavily.

Felix (energetic but tired):

"Alright, kids…

I'd say you've turned pretty legendary this morning."

Brien (arms spread out on the sand):

"Just bury me right here.

On my headstone, write: 'He collided with a sword—face first.'"

Miller (laughing):

"No, let it say: 'He kept cracking jokes even after sweating his guts out.'"

Felix slowly stands, saunters over with hands in pockets, then pauses—sniffs the air faintly.

Felix (raising an eyebrow):

"…Guys…

Is this for real?"

Brien (startled):

"What's wrong, General? Can't look us in the face?"

Felix (squinting):

"You…

You are...

SMELLING!"

Miller (instantly sits up, embarrassed):

"You're joking—"

Felix leans back, hand over nose:

Felix:

"Miller, did you see a dragon in your dream—or are you the dragon?

Because it reeks like dragon sweat in here!"

Brien (sniffs his arm, face contorted):

"AH! It's not me—my arm's a bio-weapon!"

Felix (laughing):

"You've made palace history.

First time I've seen warriors lying on the ground post-training…

and smelling like fresh wall paint!"

Felix raises a hand in mock ceremony.

Felix:

"You…

Directly to the bathhouse!

Wash. Scrub.

For the gods' sake, preserve humanity."

Miller:

"Is that an order?"

Felix:

"It's a national security alert."

Brien:

"What if someone's already in the bathhouse?

Do we get charged for chemical weapons usage?"

Felix, heading for the door:

Felix:

"If someone's in there, they better run.

Not from the palace… from the kingdom."

Two Young Men Exit, GrumblingThey stand and shuffle towards the door,

half sleepy, half sheepish.

Miller:

"Dragon-eye ability: okay…

but please, no one call me 'Dragon-sweat'."

Brien:

"If someone declares war on your scent, you're not even aromatically armed.

It's not your aura—it's your body that's on fire."

🎙️ Narrator (laughing):

"Sometimes fate arms you for great wars…

But first…

it just wants you—an honest scrub."

Leonhardt Kingdom – Royal BathhouseA fine mist of steam hangs like a silk veil.

Mid-sized bath in the marble center, warmth radiates from the stone surroundings.

Brien and Miller quietly immerse themselves.

Brien:

"You know…

the best thing about this palace is that the bath's hot enough to wash off dragons."

Miller (submerging then lifting his head):

"I've never loved water more after sweating like that."

Brien (leaning back, arms behind his head):

"Same here—waiting for water to love me back.

But first… I had to wash off my stench."

Miller chuckles.

Steam thickens; moments pass.

Cleaned and Dressed – Return to RoomsThey open the door—sweet, soapy aroma drifts out.

And atop each bed: brand‑new, tailored outfits.

Outfits:

Brien's: navy blue tunic trimmed in white-gold thread, cinched with a leather belt. Lightweight yet elegant.

Miller's: midnight-blue tunic flowing from the shoulders, silver dragon emblem across his chest. Royal cloth; warrior-meets-noble.

Brien (astonished):

"Are you serious…

This is for me?

Honestly—I'm going to cry in this thing."

Miller:

"That isn't just a costume.

It's fabric saying, 'Now you're officially one of us.'"

Brien (holding up his tunic):

"Guess I'm finally a prince…

Let's take a selfie—oh wait, no cameras here."

A Knock on the Door – SummonsA polite yet firm knock.

Servant:

"Mr. Brien, Mr. Miller…

Breakfast is served by order of King Pendragon.

Please make your way to the dining hall."

Brien (calling back):

"We've put on a kingdom—but we're coming!"

Miller (laughing):

"Saying that from inside makes us sound noble."

Brien:

"Yeah. But we still smell like kids—saved that innocence for breakfast."

Royal Dining Hall – Morning BanquetA grand, elongated table laden with breakfast fare: buttered rolls, spiced eggs, fish pâté, crystal carafes of orange nectar.

Only four dine at it:

King Pendragon sits at the center, wearing only pauldron armor—relaxed but regal.

To his right: General Felix, still bearing the fatigue of the morning's sweat.

To the left: Miller and Brien, in their new attire, settling into their chairs.

Pendragon (smiling):

"Good morning, boys.

Hope the training didn't shake you too much."

Felix (biting into a roll):

"Shake? They'd register a 6.2 on the Richter scale."

Brien (examining his knife):

"I'm still not sure if this knife is for breakfast or for slaying generals."

Miller (laughs):

"If you keep talking, it might have to be the latter."

Pendragon:

"Your outfits suit you well.

You no longer look like palace guests…

but royal warriors."

Brien (glancing at his shoulder):

"My shoulders don't deserve this weight… but I'll own it, Sire.

I've got that princely vibe now."

A Subtle Turning PointMiller is about to taste honey from a spoon when the King's gaze shifts to him.

Miller (slightly nervous, heartfelt):

"Your Majesty…

Last night felt strange.

I feel… different when I woke up."

Pendragon (nods lightly):

"I know.

Those eyes… they told me a story, Miller.

But this isn't the moment to speak that story."

Brien (mock sigh as he mixes bread and cheese):

"Classic reply, Sire: 'We'll tell you… later.'

Always saving plot twists for the next act."

Felix:

"Exactly. One day they'll hear prophecies over breakfast—with butter."

Pendragon (laughs):

"If you can still butter your bread in the middle of prophecy…

you've already grown strong."

Felix's Unspoken RealizationAs the banter continues, Felix glances at the two.

🎙️ Narrator (internal reflection):

"These two... they're no longer just 'chosen.'

They've begun to change.

And I... I can feel that shift—deep in my bones."

Playful Final LinesBrien (standing, grinning):

"Your Majesty, I'll write a poem about this breakfast.

Title: 'Hungry Dragons.'"

Miller:

"Or 'Prophecies and Butter.'"

Summons to DestinyBreakfast concludes, tables are cleared, servants quietly whisk away dishes. Pendragon stands.

Pendragon:

"Thank you for breakfast, boys.

Now… it's time."

Brien (half-chewing bread, confused):

"Time? Did we miss tea?"

Miller:

"This feels like heavier than tea."

Pendragon turns to Felix, determination on his face.

Pendragon (low, steady):

"Felix…

Take them to the crystal."

Felix (raising an eyebrow):

"The Crystal Chamber?"

Pendragon:

"Yes.

It's time to awaken their first rings."

Journey to the Crystal ChamberThey proceed in silence through quiet corridors adorned with ancient runes and Reaper engravings.

Brien (soft whisper):

"This place is... too silent.

Like the whole palace is holding its breath."

Miller:

"Yeah... I feel something too.

Like someone's about to wake inside me."

Felix:

"That's exactly what this place is for.

The awakening begins here."

Crystal Chamber – The AwakeningA grand stone hall.

In its center floats a levitating magic crystal pulsing with soft energy—heartbeats quicken as they approach.

Felix (solemn):

"This crystal…

recognizes only true blood.

It will awaken the power you each hold."

Brien:

"So… this is our first step?"

Felix:

"No.

This is your first awakening."

Brien's MomentBrien steps forward and touches the crystal.

A brilliant white light engulfs him.

His eyes go pure white.

A clear, white ring forms behind him—his first Reaper ring awakened.

Felix (approvingly):

"First ring… balanced, steady.

The call of pure Reaper blood."

Brien (in wonder, looking at his hands):

"It's like… a glowing donut.

But man, it feels strong."

Miller's AwakeningMiller steps forward.

As he nears, the air around shifts—tension crackles.

The crystal hums and pulses.

Felix (thinking):

"That's odd… This crystal's never done that."

Miller touches it; light shifts from white to molten orange—like glowing metal.

Miller's eyes go fully black—except for vivid, glowing orange pupils, like embers of hidden fire.

A ring appears behind him: fiery orange, with faint flame-like ripples, radiating energy.

Felix (eyes wide, whispering):

"This…

This is no Reaper ring."

He instinctively reaches for his weapon, hesitates, then doesn't.

Miller (quietly):

"Felix…

Why is it different?

Why are my eyes... like this?"

Felix (in shock, to himself):

"Black eyes... orange flame...

This doesn't match any record.

This… is off the charts."

Brien (half-joking):

"My ring glowed like a light-bird…

His is practically a fire-god.

I want mine back."

Felix (stern, still shocked):

"Quiet, Brien!

There's something else…

something more in him."

🎙️ Narrator:

"Some rings don't belong to you.

They choose you.

And sometimes… being chosen means being unrecognized."

Silence FallsMiller stands silent before the crystal.

His eyes fade from black, the orange glimmer remains faint.

The fiery ring slowly vanishes.

Energy still hums in the room.

Felix (drawing in a deep breath):

"This… is not a normal awakening.

Pendragon must know."

Silence lingers.

Hush blankets the chamber.

ConfessionMiller breaks the silence.

Miller (quiet but resolute):

"Felix… we need to tell you something.

Before we opened our eyes this morning…

both of us saw something."

🎬 Flashbacks: The Dreams

Brien's dream: In a pure white chamber, Reaper masters with glowing white eyes speak:

"You are pureblood."

"No trace of hybrid in you."

"But the one beside you... is different."

Miller's vision: In a void dark and speckled with orange sparks, a whisper says:

"Three essences flow in your blood…

Reaper, Vartikan… and Nebulis.

You do not die… but your path will be burdened."

🕊️ Back in the Chamber

Brien:

"They said… 'pureblood' for me.

But then… 'your companion is different.'"

Miller (shrugs, uneasy):

"Nobody showed their face to me.

But that voice… cut right through me:

'You are immortal… three essences are in you.'"

Felix (eyes wide):

"Three?

Reaper… Vartikan… and Nebulis?"

Silence—so thick even the crystal dims.

Brien:

"Felix…

Please. Not yet to the king."

Miller (looking down):

"We… are still trying to understand who we are.

For now—please… keep this secret."

Felix stares at them, a commander who's faced war—

now looking into two young souls.

Felix:

"I won't lie to the king.

But… sometimes truth waits for the right moment.

This secret… stays with me.

Remember—it's not what you are…

but what you can become that matters."

🎙️ Narrator:

"Sometimes the greatest truths…

are hidden in the heart of your closest friend."