Some many thousand years ago, in Egypt.

There was a gathering in the King’s court. Most lords of Egypt were present, for it was the day when a new king was to be crowned. The old king had died after living a long and pleasant life. His son, Bash, was now to inherit the throne. After the formalities, Bash was crowned King of Egypt.

Unlike other royals, Bash had been very close to his father and mother. Two weeks had passed since he had seen his father’s dead body laid inside the pyramid built for him. Even now, there were tears in his eyes—it was the first time in his life that he had wept.

But tragedy struck again. His mother and his beloved wife died in an accident. Both had been full of life, and for Bash, they were the most important people in the world. He lost track of time and sank into deep sorrow. Weeks passed in this grief, and slowly his sorrow turned into anger.

When he was crowned, Bash did a strange act: he refused to perform the ritual of the pyramid. Every king before him had performed this sacred act, for it marked the beginning of a new pyramid for the new ruler. The court was shocked, and his advisers began whispering. It will bring black shadows to his afterlife, they muttered. His soul will not rest easily.

Bash raised his hand, and at once the murmurs stopped.

“Pyramids are for the dead. Sorrow is for the weak. Tears and pain belong to death. In short, every painful emotion lies with the grave. I do not accept that!” Bash declared boldly. “Bring forth the Ether Lord Yun!”

Gasps filled the hall. Yun had been the head of Ether for fifty years. Ether was an ancient institution of doctors, scholars, and researchers founded by an old king who had believed that death could be defeated. For centuries, Ether had studied humans and animals, using every tool and power the rulers provided, seeking to attain immortality. Magic, rituals, forbidden sciences—everything was tried. The hope of endless life had kept Ether alive all these years.

Within moments, Yun was presented before the king.

“Leave us. All of you,” Bash ordered firmly.

The lords and guards withdrew until only the king and Yun remained in the great hall.

Bash stepped forward, his voice sharp. “For thousands of years, your Ethernium has stood untouched. You were given everything—wealth, protection, resources—yet your promises remain unfulfilled. Hundreds have died chasing false hope. Give me one reason why I should not end you and your people today!”

Yun bowed deeply, his voice calm. “I dare not defy the king’s will. But I must tell Your Majesty—destiny is near. Our work is almost done. We have found the key to immortality, to a power beyond imagination,” he replied wisely.

Bash narrowed his eyes. “Enlighten me.”

“We have discovered the whereabouts of an ancient being, on the border of the Dead Desert,” Yun explained. “Through its heart, endless life is possible. We have already cultivated a few seeds, ready to be implanted. Only its heart remains. With it, the bearer of the seed will gain instant healing, leading to a life without end.”

Bash’s grief-stricken face lit up. He became overjoyed and gave Yun full access to every resource of the kingdom. Thus began decades of relentless work.

It took thirty years to find the exact location of the being. Yun’s wizards, witches, and soldiers scoured the Dead Desert until they found it. The creature was unlike anything ever seen—red wings with black claws, eyes that glowed crimson, and a head like an eagle. It was terrifying, yet hauntingly beautiful.

It was not bird, nor beast. A hybrid, unique. Its razor-sharp claws could cut through stone, and its roar shook the skies. Though only slightly larger than a hawk, it was unstoppable. Soldiers tried to capture it, and hundreds died in the attempt.

But the creature could not be killed—it healed too quickly. Its only weakness was its own life cycle: every few decades, it would die naturally, leaving its body vulnerable before being reborn. That was the only chance.

Thirty more years passed. Bash grew old and frail, his body failing him. On his deathbed, he called Yun.

“How much longer until the Hybrid dies?” he demanded weakly.

Yun hesitated. “Perhaps within a fortnight, my king.”

“I cannot wait! Kill it with magic. Plant the seed in my chest!” Bash ordered desperately.

“It is impossible,” Yun warned. “No weapon can pierce its skin. It heals too fast.”

“Then use all the magic in the kingdom! Use every man and woman! I will not bow before death!” Bash thundered.

So it was done. Wizards from every corner were gathered. They unleashed their combined power on the creature. At last, they brought it down. But its death throes were cataclysmic. As it died, a fiery ring burst from its heart, killing five hundred people instantly.

When the chaos subsided, Yun stepped forward. He drew his dagger and sliced open the chest of the fallen beast. To his shock, there were not one but three hearts—green, black, and red. Each seemed to radiate a different aura: the red burned with fury, the black pulsed with dark malice, and the green shimmered with strange serenity.

Yun carefully placed the hearts in his bag. Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the desert. The creature’s body vanished into thin air, as though it had never existed. But the hearts remained.

Yun turned to the king with caution. “My lord, this is not wise. The Hybrid did not die a natural death. These hearts may carry side effects—or may not work at all,” he warned gravely.

But Bash did not listen. He was too close to the end. He ordered the operation at once.

The Ethernium prepared him with potions and rituals. At last, his chest was opened. One of the seeds was planted, fused with the Hybrid’s red heart.

The cuts healed instantly. But Bash never woke up.

Weeks passed. His absence gave his cousin the chance to seize the throne. The new king feared Bash might one day return, so he ordered Bash’s body destroyed. But no weapon could harm him—not fire, not water, not blades. His body was unbreathing, yet alive, his skin impenetrable.

At last, they buried him deep underground, locked in a coffin, hoping never to see him again.

Yun and his followers fled the capital. The new king despised the Ether, and so they vanished into history—never to be seen again.

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