In his room, Elliot stared at the potion. After the butler left, despair overwhelmed him.
“If my existence is only a burden,” Elliot whispered, tears streaming down his face, “then let me end it.”
He drank the potion, praying for release. But the potion’s true nature twisted his wish into unimaginable agony. His body convulsed violently as poison coursed through his veins.
For two hours, Elliot’s screams echoed through the empty halls, unheard and unanswered.
Finally, his frail body gave out, and he died alone, cold, and forgotten.
The next morning, Cassian and his team entered the dungeon’s final stage.
Instead of monsters, they found a single, small door—one that was supposed to show them, what the raiders most prescious treasure was.
Puzzled, they entered, only to find themselves in Elliot’s room, the air thick with dust and despair.
The scene was chaotic: overturned furniture, bloody fingerprints on the walls, and a shattered bottle by the bed.
The knight approached the bed and recoiled at the lifeless body beneath it. The figure was unrecognizable, mutilated by the potion’s effects.
For the first time, Cassian felt a pang of unease.
“This... this can’t be my treasure,” he muttered, refusing to acknowledge the truth.
But the dungeon had revealed the raiders’ greatest longing—and for Cassian, it was the love he had ignored and lost forever.
Life went on. Cassian became the kingdom’s greatest hero, commanding armies and achieving unmatched glory.
Yet he never found peace. Nightmares haunted him, visions of Elliot crawling, bleeding, and calling out for him.
The faces of his old comrades, those he had lost in battle and the dungeon, looked back at him with silent condemnation.
As the years passed, his once-proud figure withered.
After the death of the old king, the throne went on to the kings niece, who was the closest to the royal line.
On his deathbed, Cassian called for Sebastian, the butler’s son, and asked about Elliot’s scars.
Sebastian grew up with the old butler telling him everything about his gained knowledge and ways of serving.
Sebastian, who knew the sad story about his masters ex-fiance, told the Duke everything.
The truth hit Cassian like a blade—Elliot had endured years of torment, not from others, but from Cassian himself.
The boy who had loved him unconditionally had been systematically broken, ignored, and discarded.
In his final moments, Cassian whispered Elliot’s name, tears streaming down his face.
'Elliot.....
I think I now understand, why he was my treasure.
If Elliot hadn't died that night, maybe he would have been alive, when I entered through the dungeon door.
Maybe he would have smiled, if he saw me visiting him.
He was there for me, even though everyone else I trusted, always lied.
Even my Knight lied in the end.
Even he told me, how he wished, I never got a fiance.
When he died, he behaved like a completely different human.
My Knight told me, he resented me for not caring about Elliot, even after his death.
But he also said, he resented himself even more, for just walking past him, the day before Elliot died.'
Cassian died, burdened by regret, leaving behind a legacy of strength tarnished by the shadow of a love he destroyed.
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