Broken Eternity

For centuries, Kaizo and Griffin have fought in a constant cycle of reincarnation with no end in sight. Kaizo as a hero and Griffin as a villain - figures of legend.

However, one cycle, they wake to find themselves in the wrong roles, unknowing of how they ended up in their positions and lacking memories of their former cycle. Now, they need to find out the truth and the reason behind their sudden swap.

But do they even want to know the truth? And can they ever return to their eternity fighting as hero and villain, or to the normal life they once knew?


2. Chapter 2

Perhaps it was some form of relief to wake up from his reincarnation comatose on something soft. His henchmen must have redecorated the Dark Shrine while he rested.

Waking to one of said henchmen (a mikro, he presumed, with an oddly human voice) screeching in his ear ruined the comfort.

“Look, I don’t care who the heck you are, mister, but you’re supposed to save the world and all that and I’m supposed to help you and we can’t wait around!”

Wait around…? Perhaps his nemesis was awake and being his cocky, heroic usual self and proceeding to destroy his evil empire…

He jolted up in the rather cosy bed. Did he have an evil empire?

Two cycles ago, his rival won (after five reincarnations).

But a cycle remained between, and no matter how he racked his memory, the passage of time stayed empty.

“Well, I’m glad to see you up,” Human-Sounding Mikro said.

His vision came into focus, the bleariness fading.

Something was on his nose.

He reached up.


“Don’t ask me. I found you in here with them on.”

He whipped around.

Not a mikro, then. A woman of average height, in a red dress decorated with carnations, silky black hair and a gold-hilted rapier sheathed on her belt.

How do you fight in a dress with a rapier? he thought, folding his arms.

But he noticed divides in the skirt, black tights visible underneath.

Coattails. Clever. Eases up the movement.

Her emerald-eyed stare bored into him. “Now, are you sane or not? What is your name?”

He frowned.

A name – something decent.


No, no, that couldn’t be right. Villains had powerful names. What sort of name was Griffi? It sounded like the name of a seven-year-old’s fantasy villain. No, a one-year-old’s.

Griffi, his mind insisted.

He shoved down the thought. Griffin. That sounded better. Far better.

And hopefully this… woman wouldn’t find out his atrocity of his ‘actual’ name.

“I am The Great Griffin, and I demand to know why this place is completely white.” Blindingly white, too – white tiles that clicked whenever Hira moved from her heels, cemented white ceilings, and a pale-yellow trim around the edges of the room.

“Full of yourself, aren’t you?” the girl said, scowling. “As for your question, the colouring because we’re in the Light Shrine. Aren’t you used to it yet?”

…The Light Shrine?

“Did you say the Light Shrine, carnation girl?”

The girl nodded. “For your information, my name is Hira. Princess Hira.”

He gaped.

If I’m in the Light Shrine…

Something is horribly, terribly wrong.

What did you do now, rival?

“Very well,” he said. “I am afraid you are grievously mistaken. I am the villain.”

Hira stared a moment. “…Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Yes. Now, take me to the Nightlands and the Dark Shrine, because you’d rather me over there.”

Hira frowned. “If you’re not the hero, then where is he? The shrine has been guarded for years, so a swap is impossible.”

Griffin flinched. “Pardon?”

“Wherever our actual hero is,” Hira continued, “you’re going to be ‘the hero’ for now.”


“Would you rather me kill you now and end the villain before he rises?”

Griffin paused. “No.”

“Then you’re helping me. Not negotiable.”

Griffin debated giving her the same luxury she threatened him with.

But, however much villains worked on their own, he needed his mikros while in the Daylands. If he were with the so-called princess…

Plus, it’d give him advantages for when he returned to his rightful overlord’s throne.

“…So. What do you want me to help you with?”

Hira blinked. “I expected more of an argument.”

Griffin shrugged.

“Well, one of my friends is an ally of ours and went to investigate a mikros threat,” Hira said, eyeing him. “Except she hasn’t come back. So, we’re finding her.”

“You expect me to be heroic?”

“Didn’t you just agree to be?”

Griffin’s fingers tightened around the bedsheets in hopes it’d stop him from choking her to death.

“Now, is that settled?”

“No, not really, but is there a choice?”

Hira paused. “No. As princess of the Daylands, my orders are to accompany you.”

Griffin scowled. “You’re not my princess. I’ve been an emperor, an overlord, a king – don’t you dare talk to down to me.”

“All I see is an immature child whining over something he doesn’t like,” Hira snapped.

Griffin recoiled.

“Actually, scratch that.” Hira’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t think your sorcery will go unnoticed. You’re trying to make me more agreeable and cater to your every whim, aren’t you?”

How did she –

Few managed to track his magical influence. In fact, the only ones who had were his rival (due to multiple instances of being manipulated) and their goddess when they saw her (for obvious reasons).

So how did this woman notice?

He shoved down the coming blanching and instead smirked. “Smart, aren’t we?”

“Flattery isn’t helping your case.” Hira leant against the wall, watching. “Anything you need to do before we go?”

“Where are my spell books?”

Hira frowned. “You need instructions for magic?”

Griffin scoffed. “Am I supposed to remember every single spell? Answer the question!”

Hira pointed. A stack of tomes rested on a table on the side of the room.

Shooting Hira a glare, Griffin took them in hand.

He stopped as his glimpsed the mirror above the desk.

Golden-brown hair. Glasses of the same colour. Light brown shirt. Golden pants.

Just because he liked money didn’t mean he liked the colour. Gold was too… heroic. Too much like yellow. Too bright and happy.

He glanced back towards Hira, mentally cursing himself for even thinking about talking to her about non-reincarnation related topics. “Capes. I need a cape.”

Hira cocked an eyebrow.

“This is too… heroic.”

“Well, you’re the hero now, so suck it up.”

“Snark queen,” he muttered, flicking open one of his tomes. Perhaps there was a conjure spell or similar…



“Are you ready yet?”

Griffin sighed. “Fine.”

The wording of a page caught his eye. Perhaps it’d be useful to test his magic, at least – no need for the Light Shrine, too.

He muttered the incantation of the fire spell, stretching his fingers as the bright red sparks formed into a sphere the size of a tennis ball.

“Will you hurry –”

His fireball slammed into the shrine’s roof. Flames burst into life, feasting on the wooden dome.

Hira slapped a hand against her face and groaned.

“Not my shrine,” Griffin said, glancing towards her.

“Am I supposed to care whether the shrine is yours or not when you’re destroying it?”

Two guards barged in, and the first threw out her hand, sapphire hair whipping behind her.

Water popped into existence above the fire and drenched the red-orange blaze.

The fire’s light faded. Ash mingled with the falling water droplets, a seared black patch visible in the roof.

The water mage turned. “Princess –”

“Everything’s fine,” Hira hissed, striding over to Griffin. “My apologies. Our hero checked his magic to make sure he wasn’t rusty and casted a fire spell.”

Her fingers curled around his wrist. “We’re going.”

“Hey, you’re –”

Hira shot him a glare, her other hand gripping the hilt of her rapier.

Griffin shut his mouth. No point in getting further on her bad side – not when she was still useful to him to get back to the Nightlands.

“Milady Princess, are you sure everything’s fine?” the other soldier asked.

“Yes,” Hira said through gritted teeth. “We’re going to find Sonnet. Deal with the burn marks before I return.”

And without another word, she dragged Griffin from the room and slammed the shrine’s entrance shut behind them.

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