ENDGAME ECLIPSES

Chapter 3

In the grandeur of Enchantian Park, a young man found himself thrust into a world beyond his comprehension.

Clad in clothes that clashed with the opulence around him, Lex's frantic gaze swept the surroundings as he confronted the enigmatic Killian. "I don't care who you are, but how did I get here? Did you do something with that silver-haired... lady?"

Killian, the stoic duke with a penchant for secrecy, arched a skeptical brow. "Silver hair?"

"Yes! Silver hair!" Lex's frustration mingled with fear, his anger momentarily overpowering his confusion.

Killian's eyes narrowed, pondering this unexpected turn of events. "You work for me, and I will send you back. But promise me you won't spread tales of this encounter."

A reluctant agreement passed between them as Lex begrudgingly acknowledged Killian's authority. "Alright, fine. But I need answers."

A lady of noble bearing, draped in luxurious pink, her golden blonde hair cascading like a waterfall of spun silk arrived at the palace.

"Hurry! It's urgent. Let me meet the princess," she demanded, one hand clutching a recruitment letter and the other a thick brown-covered book.

The maids, ever diligent in their duties, swiftly relayed the message to Princess Marcaria, who welcomed the mysterious woman into her chambers with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Nice to meet you, Aurelia," Marcaria greeted with polite formality, her tone laced with underlying suspicion.

Aurelia, undeterred by the princess's guarded demeanor, offered a serene smile. "Nice to meet you too, your highness, future Evil Duchess. I am Aurelia Scott. Sorry for the late reply."

Marcaria's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected retort, a hint of amusement twinkling in her gaze. "Ah, I see you've done your research. Well played. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. After all, you're also the future fake saintess."

Aurelia chuckled, a melodious sound that echoed with mischief. "Touché, princess. Touché."

As Lex delved deeper into the mysteries of Enchantian alongside Killian, he found himself embroiled in a web of prophecies and powers beyond his wildest imagination.

The seers, guardians of ancient knowledge, peered into the threads of destiny, their words carrying the weight of centuries. "He is marked by the prophecy," the elder seer proclaimed, her voice echoing in the chamber. "He is the one who can bridge the worlds."

Lex, still reeling from the revelation of his newfound destiny, struggled to come to terms with the magnitude of his role. "What does that even mean?"

Killian, ever the voice of reason amidst the chaos, offered a reassuring smile. "It means you have a unique role to play in maintaining the balance between our world and yours. But first, you must learn to control the power within you."

Their conversation danced on the edge of propriety, each veiled barb and witty retort revealing glimpses of the true nature hidden beneath their carefully crafted facades.

As the storm clouds gathered on the horizon, casting ominous shadows over the land of Enchantian, the fate of its inhabitants hung in the balance.

Lex, now faced with the daunting task of mastering his newfound powers, embarked on a journey of self-discovery guided by the steady hand of Killian.

"You must learn to control the power within you, Lex," Killian urged, his voice a beacon of strength amidst the uncertainty that surrounded them. "Our world and yours depend on it."

Meanwhile, in the hallowed halls of the palace, Marcaria and Aurelia found themselves drawn together by a shared sense of purpose, their banter giving way to a tentative alliance forged in the crucible of impending danger.

"The storm approaches, princess," Aurelia remarked, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "We must be prepared for whatever challenges it may bring."

Marcaria nodded, her expression grave yet determined. "Agreed. But we cannot face this threat alone. We will need allies, both old and new, if we are to emerge victorious."

Viscount's daughter Aurelia Scott said, "No one except you had contacted me. And I found this book inside the temple library. It contains something strange in it."

Marcaria leaned in, eyes wide with concern. "What is it?"

Aurelia's voice dropped to a whisper. "The sword in the Duke's house can only be used by a black magician."

Marcaria gasped, her face paling. "Do you mean... he is a black..."

"Shhh," Aurelia hissed, glancing around nervously. "Someone might hear us."

Marcaria's mind raced. "Oh no. My wedding with him is in three weeks. We have to cancel it. First, let's contact the duchess, his stepmother."

Aurelia shook her head, her expression grave. "Princess, we should run away before the date arrives."

"Aurelia, let's not be rash," Marcaria replied, though her voice trembled. "He is a black magician. We don't know what he might do."

Drenched in rain, a figure materialized within the room. A woman cloaked in black emerged through the towering window of the palace.

Marcaria and Aurelia's hearts quickened as they recognized her—the assassin who had allied with them, the one tasked with eliminating Duke Killian Huxley.

Meanwhile, within the confines of the palace, Duke Killian Huxley endeavored to guide the man in harnessing his latent energy. Despite his efforts, progress remained elusive. As Killian reached out to assess the man's energy, an inexplicable sensation gripped him, leaving him momentarily paralyzed. Lex, the man under Killian's tutelage, looked on, bewildered by the Duke's reaction.

Regaining his composure, Duke Killian addressed Lex, his voice strained with concern. "That's enough for now, Lex. We'll resume later." With a heavy heart, he retreated to the solitude of his chambers, securing the doors behind him. As he paced the room, his breaths came in ragged bursts. "How could this happen?" he muttered to himself. "He possesses no inherent powers...".

Back in the room, the woman advanced slowly toward the princess and the viscount's daughter, her movements deliberate and menacing. With graceful precision, she drew her sword, the metallic rasp cutting through the tense silence like a blade through silk.

Meanwhile, the Duke paced furiously, his voice laced with menace. "Then how did he vanquish the dragon on his last expedition? Remember, Killian, remember." He stalked back and forth, a brooding specter consumed by his own dark thoughts.