Inside a chamber of rocks and gems a gigantic room with a red and shiny carpet was taunted in the middle of the floor made out of polished limestone. The ceiling wasn't just marble, but a pure milky gold, the foundation is a green emerald shining like a crystal of nature.
A man with pointed ears and pale eyes sat on the biggest chair, his skin was planted with wrinkles, and his bald head reflected the light piercing from the windows. From his glare, he was observing a seed in the bucket of water.
He seemingly smiles as he finds a little root sprouting from that seed, but a loud moan of the door slammed his serenity. He glanced at the intruder and saw a lady with snowy eyes and raven hair.
"Ain't y'all're, Shi, from the dog's tribe? What are y'all doin' out here?" The Dwarf king mumbled.
The lady filled the whole king's chamber with her sarcastic laugh, she glared at the king and rubbed her chin.
"Do I really look like her to you father?" The lady retorted.
Her body slowly drifted on the ground and a bright ball of light enlightened the stirred mind of the king. From a hairy body, the lady turned into a gleaming girl with a soft tan skin, her eyes were sparkling with vibrant crimson gems.
"Megan! How did ya—" King shouted, his chest almost stopped beating as he saw her daughter.
"We learned it from yer kept book!"
"That's a Witchcraft! What the heck yer doin'?" The king pressed. 'Did they purposely let me lay down in bed jus' to make a devil move?' The king pondered in his thoughts.
"This ain't gonna hurt anyone, father, not yet!"
"Huh? Tell' me what y'all jus' do while I'm locked here' for recovering my body?"
"Nothing special father, we just finished reading yer books!"
"Pasniya! Why did y'all do that?', ain't gonna let these things slide!" Shouted by the King.
"Cool, are ya blind? Father y'all jus' a puppet of the Prophet! Right now y'all have no power, nor authority! I say' y'all're dead, unlike demi-humans y'all's useless scrap—"
The king was standing with a thread of ache piercing through his heart, his thinking became hazy as his eyes sight turned to a distorted view. His light skin flourished like a cherry blossom, his shallow breaths echoed around.
"Me....gan! Can you repeat what y'all jus' say!" The king uttered.
He slammed the table and kicked the throne, sending a huge blast of wind, the curtains swayed with the fleeing wind. The dust flew like a bird, the king's robe was torn apart by his growing muscles.
Then the king slowly walked towards his daughter and grabbed her neck and glared with a death stare. Megan remained silent and maintained her composure.
"Are ya plannin' to kill me, father?" Megan asked.
"Grrrr...! Y'all have no right to step on my' toes! Yer jus' a waste of my kind, a mold from my flesh!"
"From the first time, I finally heard it from y'all father! And I'm glad, yer not my' true father, just seeing y'all make me vomit!"
The king's chest raced faster and his body swallowed by anger as he slapped the girl on her face, leaving a reddish mark on her face.
Megan's eyes were left with shock as it almost fell down out of her eye socket. She rubbed her face and glared like an edge of sword on her foster father.
"I wished we never adopted a child like y'all, a barbaric child!" The king added.
"Don'cha worry King of Ishanaq, y'all made a great choice cause this girl is the one who will take yer life and rise in the throne!"
"Kill me? Why did y'all turn yer self into a monster? Ain't we give y'all enough love and care, for you to betray us?"
"Y'all might be mistaken, I really hate y'all treating me so kindly, I hate how y'all give me attention!" Megan shouted, she took out a knife and sliced her own wrist.
"All I want is a normal life, a life where I can do everything, and not be trapped inside a room filled with jewellery and food" Added Megan.
While her voice echoed, a white shadow walked beside her and held her shoulder upright. From her eyes a crystal ball of her feelings cascaded out of the town of frustration.
Everything becomes silent, only a murmured little girl in the corner can be heard. Megan watched her past self crying with narrowed eyes, she lifted one of her feet and scanned the white empty room and glared beneath the king's heart.
"Look how miserable my life is with ya! Look how y'all's money gives me the gift of grief and misfortune!" Megan grabs the robe of the king and shouts.
"Y'all are blind my' king, the love you give to me becomes the charcoal of my' hate" Megan slowly released the king. "Curse y'all's love, I'm not a y'all kid anymore!"
Megan swiftly pierced her knife on the king's neck and the king itself pressed the sharp edge knife to cut his neck. The king glanced at Megan and gently rubbed her face.
"I see!" Coughing, the king whispered.
"If that's the case, I'm really sorry for loving ya as my own daughter—" He mumbled, the crimson blood appeared on his mouth and started to flow.
Megan pulled the knife out of the king's neck and threw it on the floor. She glanced back at the king and a lit ache sprouted on her chest. 
"Show me y'all palm!" The king whispered, as he grasped for air.
Megan slowly shows her hands and the king smiles, the king grabs it and closes his eyes. 
Upon touching her hands, a loud cry of a baby echoed at the king's ears. The king's eyes widened as he saw an angelic baby wrapped on a white fabric, he held the baby and the remnants of memories entered his mind.
The king returned back to where he saw a basket floating, the river of Larza, a quiet place where his wife always sewing a baby's fabric. There he remembered his inability to produce a seed for his kingdom.
The two rubies embedded in his wife meet his glare and give a gentle smile, "Why do ya look sad my lovely king, are y'all still bothered because of our dream child?" The queen muttered sitting on the grass near the river.
"I can't give ya a seed—"
"And I can't give birth to that seed!" The queen retorted. "We are just equal, my Salma!" She added.
The king carefully sat down as he watched his own conversation with his wife. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation flowing through his veins, an electric shock piercing his body.
And the scene in his memory shifted into a gleaming room with his wife smiling with her eyes fixed with joy, "Finally we did it! I'm pregnant with our child my dear!"
"Yes.....!" He shouted while jumping with his chest pounding nonstop. "Look I'm finally a father!" He mumbled as he tapped the shoulder of the apothecary on the side.
But instead of smiling the king frowned realizing what will unfold next. Again a white fog illuminates around and a cold wind blows his joy away.
In the Queen's labor, the apothecary announced that one of his wife's feet was already buried on the ground. The apothecary further explains that only one of them can survive and let him decide whether to save his wife and abandon his child or save his child and abandon his own wife.
The time was running and his mind stirred over, the queen gently rubbed his head and whispered with an angelic voice, "I want ya to give our daughter a name—"
"But! What about ya?"
"Don'cha worry, I will watch the two of ya from the kingdom of Maharlika, so please save our daughter!" The queen pleaded, as a deep pain swallowed her belly.
The king started to clinch his arm and muttered, "A miracle, the angel of miracle, I will name our child after the name of the angel of miracle, Megan, Megan Von Salma!"
"What a beautiful name, I will never forget that!"
Then, a cry of a newborn baby reached his ears, and from that cries the king saw Megan face, changes from childhood to adulthood.
His memory ended as he felt hard to breathe like a stone was locked in his throat. He glanced at the present Megan and tried to hold her hair.
The king placed both of his hands on Megan's palm and drew back a gentle smile.
"...sorry for what I said before, sorry for blind about y'all feelings" The king apologized. "I lie, saying that I never wish to raise ya. If the afterlife is true, I still want to be y'all's father and raise ya with love and care—" The king explained, he fell down on the depths of his own sorrow.
"Ya'll really look like yall mother—"
With a thin string, a quiet sharp metal slashed the king's head. The crimson liquid poured the floor with its metallic fragrance, another man appeared near the king's wet body holding a gleaming golden sword tinted with cherry blood.
Without further ado, he pierced the sword on the chest of the dead king, "Ain't ya done? Sorry I already cleaned up y'all's mess!"
"The king said, 'BLA BLA BLA BLA...'! We ain't his pawn to listen with nonsense, the mirror is finally finished!" The man added.
Glaring with cold eyes, Megan slowly walked towards the windows. 
"Why do y'all have to go here?" Asked Megan.
"I thought the puppet king might find a way to turn the table down, I'm worried about ya!" 
"He might be a tyrant, but my' hate on him is above the skies, y'all don't need to—" Megan pondered.
"I knew that!, lemme ask y'all. How long are y'all goin' to hide this thing? Don'cha have the courage to face the kingdom?"
"I'm not afraid of anything, I won't hide what happened here instead, I will show the world how powerful the hands of the true dwarf!" Megan declared, she pounced on the windows and returned to the headless body of the king and threw the head out of the chamber.
"Stop, y'all're the new queen of Ishanaq, y'all have to inspect our plan?" The man mumbled, he held his arm upright and a dark mist emerged from it, then the man changed its appearance into a demi-human.
"Look ya still have to act as my wife Megan! Coat y'all's self into lady Shi! I will continue to act as Megor, the chief of the demi-human!"
"Don'cha fool me, I'm done acting as a fishy creature, wait where is Sano?" Megan countered.
"Yack, I'm not fooling ya, I just want to test those two kids again. If ya are looking for Sano, she was already acting as Tina and guarding the two prisoners." The man added.
"If ya wanna visit them, ya need an extra cautiousness, especially with the boy with an interest in mind!" He added.
Megan walked towards the exit and mumbled, "I'm more curious about Lino's sister, I'm still wondering if she was truly existing or Lino and the prophet was trying to play with us!"
"What do you think, Gildro?" Megan asked.
"Seems malicious! I'm getting interested in visiting him in the Prophet's palace!"
The two walked towards outside and departed into a different path, Megan headed straight to the aristocracy house, but Gildro went inside a rocky forest.
Meanwhile, inside a cave an echo of thrusting rock blew around. A fragrance of dusty smoke filled the air.
/SHLOP/SHLOP/
A drop of water carefully cascaded in the rocks. From there a shining rusty metal struck it and a water squirted out.
"Cm'on punky and dirt dogs! Thrust ya body..!" A short man with pointed ears, long bearded, shouted.
His helmet clung with his fitted leather armor. He throws a glimpse on the other side and sees a demi-human leaning towards the wet rocky soil, the demi-human was grasping for air as he breathes heavily, his eyes sunk under his face, while his skeletal body floats from exhaustion.
"Y'all lazy dog stand and keep workin'!" The Dwarf commanded, he picks a stone and bends it on his hand. The stone becomes a ball of fire and throws it into the grasping worker, burning its rugged clothes as he rolls over on the ground.
The workers gritted their teeth, one of them with curly brown hair stood up and mumbled, "Ain't we doin' our job to treat like this? Are ya blind, that man needs to rest or else—"
The Demi-humans glanced at each other knowing that the dwarfs treated them poorly. One of the workers grabs the hands of the curly haired man and whispers, "Stop this! Y'all're makin' a fire!" 
"But—"
The dwarf heard his statement and took off his helmet, a piercing glaze wave over his body. The dwarf grin and hastily cast a fireball towards the workers.
The workers quickly spread out, but the cave was too small for them. The curly haired demi-human dodged the fireball sideward and hid himself on potholes.
Little did he know that the fireball changed its projectile and went over his back. As the demi-human slowly turned his head the fire burned his body, a loud wail echoed and a crispy scent descent into the whole gave.
The remaining demi-human helplessly leaned their back on the cave's wall as they watched the brutal fire eat their trembling body. They put their rough hands on their mouths, forcing the cries not to leak out.
"Dogs come out. Remember this— I ain't gonna let any ya sneeze over workin' hour! Death only awaits ya!" The dwarf shouted, he put back his helmet and wore dusty gloves.
"Now keep workin'!" He commanded.
The Demi-humans swiftly picked up their pickaxes and thrust the dirt, they've been working for a three day straight without food nor drinks. Some of them already passed out due to exhaustion and suffered the same fate with the curly haired demi-human.
The dwarf pulled out a magical ore in his pocket and twisted his eyes before placing it back, he walked towards the entrance, his body wiggled, but he continued on his way out of the mining area.
'Those punky dogs are really useless!' he whispered. 'Can't wait to turn them into a hybrid beast!' He added a menacing laugh.
Few decades ago, demi-humans lived peacefully on the western part of Zomzalyan continent, their country bloomed like roses in the garden, the land grows and maintains a great amount of food supplies, they hosted more than a thousand animals and their country was once recognized as one of the Big Three Countries, along with Lionaris Empire and Demon Federal Kingdom.
But a great and catastrophic melody of war sprouted over the land of Melodawae, it lasted for just about a week, but a strange wave of chaos spread throughout the continent. Later after a huge tide of war burst into the peaceful land and turn it into a gleaming dark soil, without any preparation the land of demi-humans shifted from a healthy and prosperous land into a desert of sweet bread of uninhabitable land.
After the great war ended, they began searching for new land and their kinds spread out in every territory. Then the Rules of the land were implemented in every race, and their kind living in other territories was forced to exile, sold for slavery, and killed.
The only portion of their kind was lucky to reside near the Temple of Giant or Temple of Taal, where the body of the first Titan, Ymir, was sealed along with the three great kids. Because of the Temple's energy and the mountains that are rich in magical ore, the forest surrounding it, was filled with magical beasts.
The Demi-humans managed to survive because of the Waran family, a prestigious family known for its blood connection with Scorpio and Cancer lineages. 
Scorpio was a powerful lineage of High-humans, experts in dark magic and swordsmanship , they've mastered the art of darkness and art of illusion, but sadly High-humans went extinct due to unknown reasons. 
Meanwhile, Cancer is a powerful demon lineage, that raises the awareness of demi-humans about crafting and magic, they also teach about witchcraft and curse manipulation. Cancer lineage went missing for almost a hundred years and their remnants remained unknown.
Back to the present, the Demi-humans were captured by the Dwarf and turned them into slaves. Dwarfs hide themselves into a demi-human disguise, pretend to be one of them and snuck behind the innocent puppies. 
Using an illusion magic they bend the chain of lies on the whole tribe while leveraging the interest of the Prophet of Earth against the Waran family. Now, demi-humans are trapped inside the cave and working like snails in the desert.