- We must stop these blood-baths, said one of the four sages, advisor of the Red King. Majesty, we must stop these deadly desires!
- Boredom! Boredom! Haha, my sweet sage, in this dark age of our famed History of our divine Clan, you really are an elite: you know how to keep your blood shielded from these effluxes!
- Majesty, please, you who proclaim my position of elite in our Clan of gods, deign to listen my advices I wanted to be wise in order to serve you at best!
The Red King turned to his main Sage.
- The remedy is ready-make, my friend. Do you know Excel? This prodigy proposed to materialize our spirit and let them fight instead of our body. A mind duel, hahaha!
- What do you mean, my king?
- I thought my words clear. Come with me to find the child. Yes, the little girl isn't one hundred yet and she's very creative!
They crossed the flourishing gardens and ornamented halls of the palace, talking about all and nothing. The home of the royal family of the divine Mibu Clan was an architectural pearl of their lands hidden to the infancy world. The young Excel was training. She was flitting on the water and surrounded by bubbles. She was accompanied by Riku who was bursting the bubbles with his power controlling plants.
- Ah, here are Riku and Excel, exclaimed the Red King.
Both of the young girls leaped to him and his Sage, smiling.
- Red King! Great Sage! How are you?
- Very well, thank you my children, answered the monarch patting his subjects' head. My little prodigies, I'm coming to talk business. Do you remember our last interview concerning the materialization of spirit?
- Yes, that was my idea, said Excel, flattered.
- If you agree, Excel, we'll put into practice your idea.
- Your Highness? We've not finished procedures yet, claimed the Sage.
- It's precisely time to finish all. Excel, please, explain us how to make appear spirit.
- Oh, my pleasure! I've worked a lot on it and now, my spirit is not a little ball of light anymore. That's definitely a very beautiful dragon! Judge yourself, my King!
The young girl deeply inhaled closing her eyes. An odd aura emanated and a shadow split from her taking the shape of a big three-headed dragon whose blue eyes was intensely twinkling.
- Well, well, what a strong soul, marveled the king observing the wonderful dragon slowly flapping its wings.
- Thank you Your Grace!
Thereafter, lessons were given to all of the Mibu and they could invoke their spirit in a finalized form. Heaps of monsters were created by that way and they fought instead of Mibu during a couple of decades. At that time, Mibu took part of the confrontation again and it degenerated to the tribunes. And more, effusions of blood took place outside of the arenas. Sometimes, invoked souls became uncontrollable as they were a part of Mibus, these divine beings tormented by a voracious thirst of blood and adrenaline because of boredom provoked by the supreme comfort of their immortal and utopic life – in the point of view of a mortal. A long chaos in view to bring back peace was established at that time.
The sovereign decided to stop using this kind of invocations. In order to do this, big blocks of stone had been sculpted and Mibu's part of spirit had been sealed with the help of mystical items, born with an ancestral obscure magic and then destroyed. The story of this misfortune and the way to conceive the artefacts had been recorded in a book entitled "Millennium book" in the unsung and nebulous Mibu language.
Excel's part of spirit had been split in three as the monster had broken blocks of stone twice: one block for each head of the three-headed blue eyes white dragon.
There wasn't any other solution that snatched Mibu's part of soul to restrain the problem. And for never have to talk about it, the Red King commanded the blocks to be hidden in a far land. At this step of the world, Egypt was the perfect place because of his dry desert which would reject people who would try to unveil the secret of the monument specially edified by the Mibus for this occasion – Pyramids whose traps had been evaluated better guardians than the sand. All of the blocks of stone composed the false royalty tombstones. Others with ordinary blocks were edified to put up a smokescreen. If they had known they would be the inspiration of ancient Egypt!
Came back from their mission, Mibus' memories had been erased by the Red King. No one would like to release this dark power.