In a world, where the impossible is possible, gave life to the first-ever baby hybrid.

Pixies, Fairies, Dragons, Demons, Dinosaurs, Heros, Villains, all live in the World of Mist. But who would ever think that a hero and villain would have a child together? This baby boy was prophesied to be the end of all known happiness. His whole being is a bad omen. The illegitimate child of the God of the Holy river, and some unknown creature, made a cursed, but beautiful baby.

"Waah Wahh Uwaahh!' Baby cries can be heard all throughout the temple. " Shut him up already!" A furious man glanced at the baby with pure disgust in his eyes, once more before he slams the door to the babies room shut.

"Oh my, the Lord should have just drowned this baby, he's too loud!" One of the older maids complained as she tried rocking the baby boy in her arms roughly.

"How could you say that, he's half God, what if he remembers and comes back for revenge one day!" The second younger maid who was preparing goat milk for the infant quickly said.

"His days are numbered as is" The old maid "hmph" before shoving the bottle into the crying babies mouth.

Days turned into years as the poor half God started to grow up. He was without love or care, for all he wanted was a family to hold dear.

"C-can I play... today?" The fix-year-old boy, without a name, asked the other kids who were playing flying horseshoes, in a desperate and nervous tone if he could join in.

"No way! My mommy said that you'll take my smile and happiness away if I go near you! Stay away!" The girl harshly shoved the little boy into the rough grass and dirt.

"Ew! You touched the nameless kid! Your gonna lose your happiness!" One of the boys shouted and ran away with the rest of the group.

"Nameless boy? Why do I need a name to play with you...?" Hot tears trickled down his face. But they didn't stream down his face for long. The nameless boy clenched his hands into fists, as he wiped his tears and snot onto his dirty sleeve.

"It's okay, I'll just get a name!" The boy started off on his adventure for a name, but he didn't know where to start.

"Where do people get their names from? Are they born with them?"

He asked the older maid when he reached the temple. She just told him to scram since she wasn't in the mood to take care of him once again.

So, he asked the younger maid who was washing the nameless boy's fathers clothes.

The younger maid explained how the parents would decide on a name together, and then name the child that way. But since the nameless boy's father and mother supposedly didn't care about the nameless boy, he was left without a name. "It's because no one cares enough to name a cursed child." Was what the younger maid finished saying to the nameless boy.

Announcement!!!!

So as you can see... My old manager didn't do a good job with forcing me to write, lol. She apparently didn't like when I hid and avoided her when she told me I had a deadline to complete... Or when I mixed up my personal schedule and writing schedule to my benefit... lol, to get to the point, the demon manager quit a few weeks ago cause as you can see, I did absolutely nothing due to my lack of motivation. So my dear friend volunteered her free time to... to nicely put it, she's gonna get updates out of me for you guys. I wanna say thank you for your patients, I know its been awhile since I've updated any of my novels. If you guys need anything, contact my manager, Falling Alone, she can relay your message to me, or add an update that you guys ask for on my W. schedule. To contact Mrs. Alone, go to my followers or following on my profile, and scroll until you find Falling Alone. Once you follow her, she'll add you back so you guys can talk about anything that you need, or you could contact me personally... but... I don't really check my messages and have notifications off... so you'll have a better chance with Mrs. Alone. Thank you for your time, and have a nice day!

- Xero

At the age of ten, the nameless boy changed over the years. He was cold, didn't show much emotion, and was always on guard. He never asked to play with the other boys or girls his age.

All he ever did was read in the library or run in the forest at the edge of his village.

The boy played and played by himself in the forest until one day he saw an injured wolf.

The wolf was black with red gems as eyes. The wolf's left back leg was caught in a hunter's trap.

The wolf growled and barked, trying to scare away the nameless boy but the boy didn't leave. He sat there waiting till the wolf was calm again.

The wolf watched the boy curiously as the boy inched closer towards him.

The boy whispered useless words, trying to keep the wolf calm.

"Your family is probably worried about you," "I'll help you so stay calm," "You're beautiful," The boy finally got close enough to the wolf and opened the hunter's trap, releasing the wolf's leg.

The wolf didn't run away but stayed there, laying down on the ground.

The boy studied the wolf for a long while then lay next to him.

"You look sad and lonely, I am sad and lonely too, do you want to be friends?" The nameless boy asked the wolf.

The wolf didn't answer but listened to the boy's soothing voice.

The night was starting to fall upon them so the boy made a shelter and promised to be back the next day.

The wolf watched the boy's figure as he ran down the hill and disappeared.

Just as he promised, the boy came looking for the wolf the next day. He found the wolf waiting for him exactly where he left him the day before.

The only different thing was the boy's right cheek was badly bruised. But the boy still smiled and greeted the wolf, happy he didn't leave yet.

He gave the wolf his lunch, the only meal he gets. The wolf ate the meal and fell asleep near the boy.

The two spent a month together until one day when the boy went up the mountain to see the wolf, the wolf wasn't there anymore.

The boy sat in the shelter he made for the wolf and cried, he cried until he couldn't anymore and fell asleep there.

He was devasted, his only friend he ever made had left him. He never felt this sad before.

He promised himself that day on, that he would never love anyone or have expectations anymore. Because who could love a hybrid?

The boy grew up more and soon he was sixteen.

The boy was handsome and a genius. He still had no name, but he was fine with that because he didn't have anyone he wanted to call his name.

Soon the boys father came home and called him to his office.