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The monster should have won.
That was what every soldier in Ashkar believed as they watched it tear through the fortress gates.
The mountain stronghold had stood for four hundred years.
It had survived wars.
Sieges.
Avalanches.
Dragon attacks.
Yet now its massive iron gates lay twisted across the stone courtyard like broken toys.
Rain hammered the fortress from a black storm overhead.
Lightning flashed across the mountains.
And through the wreckage walked a nightmare.
The creature stood nearly fifteen feet tall.
Black armor covered its body from head to toe.
Its eyes glowed crimson behind a horned helmet.
Every step cracked stone.
Every breath sounded like grinding metal.
Dozens of royal soldiers surrounded it.
Dozens had already failed.
The beast swung one massive arm.
Three knights flew through the air.
Another charged with a spear.
The monster caught him effortlessly and hurled him into a wall.
The courtyard echoed with screams.
Then came the worst moment of all.
Princess Lyra.
The creature seized her.
One armored hand wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground as though she weighed nothing.
The fortress commander drew his sword.
“Stop it!”
The monster ignored him.
Because nothing in Ashkar could stop it.
Or so everyone believed.
The princess fought.
Not because she thought she could escape.
Because surrender felt worse.
Rain soaked her silver hair.
She kicked.
Punched.
Scratched.
The monster didn’t react.
The courtyard blurred below.
Soldiers looked helpless.
Terrified.
Defeated.
Then Lyra saw someone strange.
A boy.
Standing alone.
Barefoot.
Thin.
Covered in torn clothes.
Perhaps twelve years old.
He looked completely out of place among knights and royalty.
Yet unlike everyone else—
He wasn’t afraid.
The boy stepped into the courtyard.
One slow step.
Then another.
The monster finally stopped walking.
The princess stared.
“Run!”
The boy looked up.
Their eyes met.
His were bright blue.
Not ordinary blue.
Storm blue.
Like lightning hidden behind clouds.
“Please!” she shouted.
The child smiled.
A small smile.
The kind older brothers gave younger sisters when trying to calm them.
Then he spoke.
“Don’t worry.”
The princess blinked.
Don’t worry?
A monster was carrying her through a battlefield.
The boy rolled his shoulders.
Cracked his neck.
And took another step forward.
The soldiers exchanged confused glances.
Commander Varric frowned.
Who was this child?
More importantly—
Why did the monster suddenly look nervous?
His name was Orion.
At least, that was the name he used now.
He had possessed many names before.
Too many.
Most forgotten.
Some intentionally.
He preferred Orion.
It sounded simple.
Human.
Normal.
Things he rarely experienced.
The monster’s crimson eyes locked onto him.
For several seconds neither moved.
Rain poured between them.
The entire fortress seemed to hold its breath.
Then the monster spoke.
Its voice sounded like collapsing mountains.
“You survived.”
Orion sighed.
“That’s disappointing?”
The creature tightened its grip on the princess.
“Very.”
Commander Varric froze.
The monster knew the boy?
Orion glanced toward Lyra.
“You okay?”
The princess stared.
“I’ve had better mornings.”
“Fair.”
The monster growled.
“Stop talking.”
Orion nodded.
“Good idea.”
Blue lightning erupted.
BOOOOOOM.
The courtyard exploded.
Nobody saw Orion move.
Not the soldiers.
Not the princess.
Not even the monster.
One moment he stood twenty feet away.
The next—
His fist connected with the creature’s chest.
The impact sounded like thunder striking stone.
The monster launched backward.
Straight through a fortress tower.
The entire mountain shook.
Silence followed.
Utter silence.
The princess blinked.
The soldiers blinked.
Commander Varric slowly lowered his sword.
“What…”
The sentence never finished.
Because nobody knew what words belonged in a moment like that.
The monster emerged from the rubble laughing.
That terrified everyone more than the attack.
Chunks of stone slid from its armor.
Its red eyes burned brighter.
“It has been centuries.”
Orion groaned.
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
The monster stepped forward.
The fortress trembled.
The soldiers instinctively retreated.
The creature ignored them.
Only Orion mattered.
Only Orion had ever mattered.
The monster removed its helmet.
Gasps spread through the courtyard.
Beneath the armor wasn’t a beast.
It wasn’t even ugly.
The face belonged to a man.
An old man.
Tired.
Sad.
Ancient.
And somehow familiar.
The princess stared.
She had never seen him before.
Yet something about his face felt heartbreakingly familiar.
Orion’s expression changed.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Regret.
“You’re still doing this.”
The old man smiled sadly.
“You left me no choice.”
Commander Varric stepped forward.
“What are you?”
Neither answered.
The old man looked toward the mountains.
Toward the storm.
Toward something only he seemed able to see.
Then he whispered:
“I am the last mistake.”
Three hundred years earlier.
Before Ashkar.
Before kings.
Before fortresses.
The world had been different.
Orion remembered.
He always remembered.
That was part of the curse.
While everyone else moved forward—
He carried every yesterday forever.
Three hundred years ago, he had not been called Orion.
His name was Arlen.
He had a brother.
His brother’s name was Cassian.
The old man standing before him now.
Once they had protected villages together.
Saved people together.
Laughed together.
Then immortality arrived.
And immortality ruined everything.
At first it seemed like a blessing.
A gift from the Storm Wells hidden beneath the mountains.
Power.
Strength.
Life without end.
The brothers accepted it.
So did many others.
Almost everyone eventually died anyway.
Wars.
Accidents.
Disease.
Time.
Except the two brothers.
Year after year.
Century after century.
Everyone vanished.
Only they remained.
And immortality slowly became loneliness.
Loneliness became grief.
Grief became madness.
Cassian broke first.
The princess listened carefully.
The story sounded impossible.
Yet somehow true.
Rain continued falling.
Neither immortal seemed eager to fight.
Not yet.
Orion looked exhausted.
Cassian looked ancient.
The old immortal turned toward Lyra.
“Do you know why I took you?”
The princess shook her head.
Cassian smiled sadly.
“Because your blood matters.”
The courtyard became still.
Commander Varric’s hand tightened around his sword.
“What does that mean?”
Cassian ignored him.
His eyes remained fixed on the princess.
“Tell me, child.”
Lyra frowned.
“What?”
“Have you ever wondered why every ruler in Ashkar has silver eyes?”
The princess froze.
A strange chill moved through her body.
Because she had wondered.
Many times.
Her family all possessed silver eyes.
Every generation.
Every portrait.
Every king.
Every queen.
The old man continued.
“Have you ever wondered why nobody knows where the royal bloodline began?”
The princess’s heartbeat accelerated.
Cassian smiled.
“There is a reason.”
Orion suddenly stepped forward.
“Stop.”
The old immortal looked disappointed.
“She deserves truth.”
“Not from you.”
“Then from whom?”
Orion fell silent.
Because he didn’t have an answer.
The battle resumed at sunset.
Not because either immortal wanted it.
Because the truth demanded it.
The storm intensified.
Lightning tore through the sky.
The fortress evacuated civilians.
Thousands watched from distant walls.
Nobody understood what was happening.
Only that history itself seemed to be fighting.
Cassian stood at one end of the courtyard.
Orion stood at the other.
The princess remained between them.
Confused.
Afraid.
Determined.
“Tell me the truth,” she said.
Neither answered.
That angered her.
“Stop treating me like a child.”
The two immortals exchanged looks.
Then something unexpected happened.
Cassian laughed.
Orion laughed too.
For a moment they looked like brothers again.
Not enemies.
Just tired brothers.
The sight somehow felt sadder than the fighting.
Then Cassian spoke.
“The royal bloodline began with us.”
Silence.
The princess blinked.
“What?”
“The first queen was our sister.”
The world seemed to stop.
Orion closed his eyes.
Because there it was.
The truth.
At last.
Cassian continued.
“The royal family are our descendants.”
The princess stared.
The implication hit immediately.
“You…”
Cassian nodded.
“Are family.”
The princess felt dizzy.
The monster.
The lightning child.
The royal bloodline.
Connected.
Impossible.
Yet somehow everything suddenly made sense.
The silver eyes.
The missing history.
The strange dreams she experienced as a child.
All of it.
Night fell.
The final confrontation approached.
But not the one anyone expected.
Because Cassian never wanted the throne.
Never wanted power.
Never wanted revenge.
What he wanted was impossible.
He wanted the dead back.
Three hundred years of loss had hollowed him out.
Everything else followed afterward.
The fortress learned this when Cassian finally broke.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
The old immortal collapsed to his knees beneath the storm.
The mountain shook.
Lightning flashed.
And Cassian cried.
Not quietly.
Not with dignity.
Like a man carrying centuries of grief.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
The words silenced everyone.
Even Orion.
Especially Orion.
Because he understood.
More than anyone.
Immortality wasn’t their power.
It was their wound.
The soldiers watched.
The princess watched.
And suddenly the monster no longer looked frightening.
Only broken.
Then the impossible happened.
Princess Lyra walked toward him.
Commander Varric shouted.
She ignored him.
The old immortal looked up.
Confused.
The princess knelt beside him.
Rain soaked both of them.
“You’re an idiot.”
Cassian blinked.
“What?”
“Kidnapping people?”
She folded her arms.
“Terrible strategy for making friends.”
Several soldiers accidentally laughed.
Cassian stared.
Then, for the first time in centuries—
He smiled.
A genuine smile.
Small.
Awkward.
Human.
The princess continued.
“You could have just talked.”
Cassian laughed.
The sound seemed unfamiliar to him.
Like rediscovering a forgotten language.
Orion watched silently.
Then something inside him shifted.
Three hundred years.
Three hundred years spent fighting.
Running.
Hiding.
Surviving.
And suddenly a teenage princess accomplished what he never could.
She listened.
The final revelation arrived shortly before dawn.
Not through battle.
Through memory.
The Storm Wells beneath Ashkar awakened.
Blue light erupted throughout the mountain.
Ancient visions appeared.
The truth of immortality finally emerged.
The brothers were never supposed to live forever.
The gift was incomplete.
Immortality required three siblings.
Not two.
The third sibling balanced the power.
Without her, the gift became a curse.
Their sister.
The first queen.
The ancestor of Ashkar.
Her bloodline had inherited the missing piece.
The royal line wasn’t accidental.
It was necessary.
The princess stared.
Cassian stared.
Orion stared.
Then everyone understood simultaneously.
Lyra wasn’t merely descended from their sister.
She carried the balance.
The missing connection.
The thing preventing immortality from becoming suffering.
Cassian began laughing.
Then crying again.
“Three hundred years.”
The princess nodded.
“You’re very dramatic.”
Cassian smiled.
“Runs in the family.”
When the sun finally rose, the Storm Wells healed.
Not destroyed.
Not sealed.
Healed.
The immortality curse ended.
Not through death.
Through completion.
For the first time in centuries, Orion and Cassian felt something new.
Time.
Real time.
Their immortality faded.
Not immediately.
Not cruelly.
Simply enough.
Enough to let them grow old naturally.
Enough to let life matter again.
Cassian looked toward the sunrise.
Tears filled his eyes.
“I can feel it.”
Orion nodded.
“So can I.”
Neither sounded afraid.
They sounded relieved.
Years later, children told stories about the day the lightning boy punched a monster through a fortress tower.
The story grew larger with every telling.
Some claimed he shattered mountains.
Others insisted he outran lightning itself.
The truth was simpler.
And far more important.
The monster wasn’t defeated by strength.
The lightning wasn’t the miracle.
The miracle was understanding.
Princess Lyra eventually became queen.
A wise one.
She kept two advisors no one expected.
One aging immortal named Orion.
And one former monster named Cassian.
Whenever nobles complained about this arrangement, Lyra gave the same answer.
“They’re family.”
And whenever children asked Orion how he struck with the force of lightning, he always smiled.
Then pointed toward the palace gardens.
Toward Cassian teaching young children how to carve wooden toys.
“That wasn’t the hard part.”
“What was?”
Orion watched his brother laugh with people he once feared.
His eyes softened.
“Learning when not to fight.”
Far above Ashkar, thunder rolled gently across the mountains.
Not as a warning.
As a memory.
And for the first time in three hundred years, the storm finally felt like home.
