A/N: I thought it would be fun to see how Phobos came to be the person that he was. Was he really so evil? Or did something cause him to go bad. Please read and review. Tell me what you think!
Phobos was born on Merdian to two loving parents. They were completely ecstatic that they had a baby boy. After the queen was well enough, she took her little son into her arms and gazed down at him lovingly. He had the biggest of eyes that could capture anyone. His hair was so blond, it was white. The queen smiled down on her son. "His name shall be Phobos." She said as she kissed his forehead.
The young price grew and grew. He was loved by all in the castle, and most of all, his parents. Where the chance arose, they would spoil him, making him the center of their world. Phobos was not one to complain. He enjoyed the attention. He parents would lavish toys, food, and love onto him. They made sure he had everything he could ever want. They also made sure that he was the best dressed boy in the land as well.
Then, things suddenly changed. The kingdom thought for the better, but for Phobos, it was for the worst. When he was around 9 or 10 years old, the queen gave birth to another child. This time a girl. Her name was Elyon. Just like her brother she had the biggest of eyes and the blondest of hair. Her parents were overjoyed with the presence of another child. Phobos was happy too. He was no longer alone. Soon, he could have another playing companion. But it was not to be. Soon, Elyon stole all the attention from Phobos. At first he was OK with it, but soon it became too much. He was left in the shadows.
One night when he was feeling completely isolated and alone, he ran deep into the castles garden. He often found refuge there from his life in the palace. Walking quietly through the rose garden, he stumbled upon an odd little creature. It look like a butterfly. It's wings were the richest and brightest of blues with white circles and deep black spots in the middle. They looked like eyes to Phobos. The butterfly flapped it's wings and spoke in a soft voice. "Hello little boy." Phobos looked at the creature startled.
"Did- did you just speak to me?" He asked. There was a moment of silence before he heard the voice again.
"Yes, I did little boy. Tell me, why are you sad?"
"Because my family does not care about me. All they think about is my little sister. She is the center of their life now. I am just an outcast. Something forgotten."
The butterfly creature was silent before it spoke again. "Why do you think this?"
"Because my parents have not paid me one lick of attention since my sister was born."
"Hmm... this is very troubling." It said. Then, with a flap of it's wings, it began to fly away.
"Wait!" Phobos cried. "Where are you going?"
Suddenly, a blue smoke encased the butterfly. The patch of smoke began to grow bigger and bigger. Phobos took a few steps back terrified at what was happening. Never had he seen anything like it before. Suddenly, standing before him was a different creature. It looked like a gnome with blue skin and black eyes. Phobos feel back into the grass and looked at the creature. "What are you?"
"I am a nearium." he said. "A shapeshifting creature."
Phobos' eyes widen. Never had he heard of a nearium before.
"I am a magic using nearium. I am very rare for my kind. Not many nearium can use magic. Can you use magic little boy?"
Phobos was quiet for a moment. "I don't know. I think there was someone a long time ago in my family line that could use magic."
The creature blinked at Phobos. His big black eyes becoming shinny. "Let me take a look at your hand." It said.
Phobos bit his lip, not wanting the strange creature to come near him.
"Come on then." He said. "Let me see your hand."
With reluctance, Phobos extended his hand to the creature. His skin prickled as the little blue thing grasped his hand with his cold wrinkly ones. A sensation of dread came over Phobos. His body began to shake slightly as the creature continued to hold onto his pale hand.
"Hmm... interesting." He said.
"Wh- what is?" Phobos asked.
"You are a very, very powerful magic user." He said. "Never have I seen someone with so much power. You will be a great and mighty ruler one day."
The creature let go of Phobos' hand and stepped back. "I would question you parents about this. Ask them about the magic." And with that, the Nearium vanished leaving Phobos alone in the garden.
That night, Phobos sat in his room thinking about the events of the day. He had gone to the library to see if they had any books on the Nearium, but alas, no. With his hands between his legs, and his head bent down, his mind began to wonder about, thinking of magic and the little creature. Could Phobos himself really use magic? His parents did not talk much about it. It was very rare if someone could control the elements and use magic. It was considered a gift if you could. With a sigh, Phobos fell back on his bed and went to sleep, wondering what the next day would bring him