Chapter 1: The Birth of a New Life
In the vast, timeless expanse of the Realm of Creation, Maximus Decimus Meridius stood alone. The weight of his centuries-long existence, filled with battles, magic, and the relentless pursuit of power, pressed upon him. He had reached the pinnacle of his might as the Mage God and the first Dovah-kiin, yet the warrior within him yearned for peace.
Drawing upon his godly power, Maximus set about crafting a new body—one capable of containing his immense Dragonborn essence. The process was intricate and required the utmost precision. He channeled the ancient magic of the dragons, melding it with the strength of his human form. His new body would be resilient and adaptable, a perfect vessel for his third life.
As the body took shape, Maximus used a spell of supreme creation, infusing it with life and potential. He then cast a powerful mind-restricting spell, suppressing his memories of past lives, save for the knowledge of spells, sword-fighting, martial arts, and the Dragon Tongue. The supreme spell of remembrance remained as a failsafe, a hidden key to unlock his past when needed.
With the new body complete, Maximus felt a sense of finality. He was ready to step away from the endless cycle of conflict and embrace a life of simplicity. He cast one final spell, transporting his new form from the Realm of Creation to the mortal world.
The transition was seamless. The next moment, Maximus found himself in a small orphanage on the outskirts of Brookside. The staff discovered the mysterious infant on their doorstep one chilly morning, wrapped in nothing but a plain cloth. There was no note, no indication of his origins—just a boy left to their care.
From the start, Maximus, now in his infant form, was different. He rarely cried, interacted minimally, and seemed to be in a perpetual state of calm. The other children, boisterous and full of energy, found him peculiar. He never joined their games, preferring instead to sit quietly, observing the world with eyes that seemed far too knowing for a child his age.
The orphanage staff, perplexed by his behavior, took to calling him simply "Boy." Despite their best efforts to engage him, he remained aloof, as if waiting for something—or someone. Days turned into months, and the Boy grew, his physical development outpacing his peers. Yet, his demeanor remained unchanged. He was a child in body but carried an air of silent wisdom that was both intriguing and unsettling.
Unknown to the staff, every moment of stillness was filled with internal meditation. Maximus was subconsciously aligning his new form with the latent powers within him. He was preparing, even if he did not fully understand why. His mind, though restricted, instinctively sought balance and harmony.
One fateful day, a couple arrived at the orphanage—the Carters. John and Margaret, looking for a child to complete their family, were drawn to the quiet boy sitting by himself, his gaze fixed on something only he could see. There was an instant connection, an unspoken understanding.
When John asked the boy his name, there was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of something in those deep, knowing eyes. "Maximus," the boy finally said, as if remembering a distant dream. "Maximus Decimus Meridius."
The staff, surprised by this revelation, looked at each other in confusion. They had never heard him speak his name before. Yet, there it was, clear and confident. Maximus. It was as if the name had been waiting all along, hidden just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge.
And so, Maximus Decimus Meridius, now Maximus Carter, left the orphanage with his new family, stepping into the unknown future. Little did he know that this new life, filled with love, challenges, and the promise of extraordinary adventures, would bring him face to face with his past and the legacy of power that lay within.