Fourteen years ago, in the prestigious city of Jenkiora—home to the elite and the Warrior King himself—the unthinkable happened. Demons flooded the streets. Chaos reigned. The sky was swallowed in darkness.That night became legend.That night was called The Eternal Night.Twenty percent of the population perished. In a final act of sacrifice, the Warrior King gave his life to save the city. But one demon remained—the strongest, the darkest, the most feared. It was known as the Purple Demon.
And it was sealed… into the eye of a newborn child.
That child's name was Senko Yuhira. Fourteen Years Later.. Now, at age fourteen, Senko rests quietly beside a pond—the one place where he can clear his mind. He has a deep brown skin tone, long locs tied back loosely, and piercing violet eyes—the mark of something far from ordinary. His patched-up brown garment flutters in the breeze, and the stem of a leaf dangles from his lips as he stares at the moonlight reflecting in the water. Tomorrow is his first day at the Warrior Academy. His heart pounds. Not from fear of failure—but from the weight of everything he carries. He's always dreamed of becoming the Warrior King, just like the legends. But unlike others, Senko has no friends. No one to support him. No one to admire. The citizens around him know something he doesn't. A secret kept hidden—ordered by the current Warrior King himself, Koya the Great. Even Koya gives him the look. That cold, distant, suspicious glare. Senko stands, fists clenched, eyes locked on the moon. "I'll be the Warrior King one day," he says with fire in his voice. "And I'll show them all… starting tomorrow." The next day…
The Warrior Academy gates tower above Senko as he steps inside, nerves tangled in his chest. All around him are students with powerful weapons and confident stares. Senko only has a small dagger at his side."Look at them… I don't belong here," he thinks. Then—trouble. The last people he wanted to see. Luong appears, flanked by his chipmunk-like minions, Cash and Chunky. Luong is taller, cooler, with long spiky hair, tan skin, and smug green eyes. "Well, well, if it isn't Sendork," Luong grins. "Didn't think you'd show up. You should've just stayed home." The trio laugh as Senko stands firm. "It's my dream to become the Warrior King—not even you can stop me." "A joke," Cash mutters. "You? The Warrior King?" Chunky adds. "That title belongs to Luong." Luong shoulder-checks Senko as he walks past, knocking him to the ground. "Dork," he laughs. Senko stares at the ground, fists clenched. Doubts fill his mind—but he rises, brushing the dirt off. "I can't give up. I won't." Inside, the new students are led into the Core Room for their house assignments. The Warrior Academy is divided into four houses:
Dark Crimsons – fearless and fierce warriors
Wit Violets – strategic, intelligent fighters
Spark Guardians – elite warriors, often chosen as future kings
White Fangs – backup fighters; the least respected
Senko sits, eyes closed, silently begging.
"Please, let it be Spark Guardians… That's one step closer to becoming the Warrior King."
At the front, a massive man with long brown hair, green eyes, and a mace strapped to his back steps forward.
"Welcome to the Warrior Academy," he announces. "I am Master Korp, head of the Wit Violet house. In this room is the Core Ball—place your hand on it, and it will choose your house."
He demonstrates. The ball glows bright blue—the color of the Spark Guardians. Gasps fill the room. "That's my house," Korp says. "Any questions?" "No, sir!" the students shout. Senko swallows hard as the sorting begins.
"Luong Hensh!" Luong steps up confidently. The Core Ball glows blue. Spark Guardians. Cheers erupt. Luong shoots a smirk at Senko as he accepts his uniform.
"Koraa Jafar!" A girl with golden hair and piercing blue eyes walks up gracefully. She's from the Royal Family Jafar—everyone whispers, shocked that someone of her status is here. Senko watches her, heart skipping. "She's… beautiful," he whispers. The Core Ball turns crimson. "Dark Crimsons!" Master Korp announces. Applause follows. Senko starts to dream—"Maybe I'll be in the Dark Crimsons…"
"Ibaal Armin!" The room falls silent. The son of Warrior King Koya steps forward—grey hair, calm grey eyes, and an air of royalty. The Core Ball turns violet. "Wit Violet!" Master Korp declares. Applause explodes.
Then… "Senko Yuhira." Senko stands. Whispers echo across the room. Even the Masters exchange glances. Even Korp gives him the look. He takes a deep breath places his hand on the core ball.
It glows….. White
A beat of silece— the laughter erupts.
"White fang"
"Seriously?!"
"He's doomed"
Senko lowers his head
"Awww man" he mutters.
To be continued…