The End Of Destiny

new allies

One evening, as they were planning their next move, a figure appeared at the gates of their temporary base. He was worn and weary but carried an air of authority. Nyx's heart skipped a beat as she recognized him—Varyn, the former right-hand man of the Demon King who had mysteriously vanished years ago.

"Princess Nyx," Varyn said, kneeling before her. "I have come to serve you and atone for my past. I have vital information about the Demon King's plans."

Nyx glanced at Aric and Magnus, who exchanged wary looks. "Why should we trust you?" Magnus asked, his voice cold.

Varyn lowered his head. "I understand your hesitation. I have much to atone for, but I swear my loyalty to you, Princess Nyx. Let my actions prove my intentions."

After a tense silence, Nyx nodded. "We will give you a chance, Varyn. But know that we will be watching you closely."

as they gathered to discuss their next mission, Varyn was suddenly stabbed from behind. Nyx gasped in horror as she saw Aric standing over Varyn's fallen body, a sinister grin on his face.

"You traitor!" Nyx cried out, drawing her weapon.

Before she could react, Magnus stepped forward, trapping Nyx in a magical barrier. "I'm sorry, Nyx," he said, his voice cold. "But this has been a long time coming."

Nyx's mind raced, trying to understand. "Why? Why would you do this?"

Magnus's expression was one of pity and regret. "We are not who you think we are. The real Aric and Magnus were replaced the night your palace was attacked. We are two of the pillars, sent to ensure your downfall."

Nyx struggled against the barrier, feeling helpless as Aric and Magnus prepared to finish what they had started. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and a familiar figure charged in—kyros.

"Leave her alone!" Kyros shouted, throwing himself into the fray with reckless abandon.

Aric and Magnus turned their attention to kyros, who fought valiantly despite being outmatched. He managed to wound Aric before Magnus retaliated with a powerful spell, knocking him to the ground.

Kyros looked up at Nyx, his eyes filled with determination. "You have to go on, Nyx. You have to stop them."

"No!" Nyx cried, tears streaming down her face as she pounded on the barrier. "I won't lose you too!"

                         (     Flashback   )

One quiet evening, Nyx sat by the campfire, deep in thought. The flames danced, casting flickering shadows across her face. Kyros approached, his footsteps soft against the grass.

"May I join you?" he asked.

Nyx looked up and nodded, offering a small smile. "Of course, kyros."

He settled beside her, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of their journey hanging between them.

"You've been a great help to us, Kyros," Nyx said finally. "I don't think we could have made it this far without you."

Kyros shook his head. "It's I who should be thanking you, Nyx. You gave me a chance when no one else would."

With a final surge of strength, Kyros broke the barrier around Nyx, allowing her to escape. She rushed to Varyn's side, managing to lift him with Kyros's help.

"We need to get out of here!" Kyros shouted.

Drakonis, sensing the danger, swooped down and landed beside them. "Climb on, quickly!" the dragon urged.