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?


4. Chapter 4

Thick wreathes of mist clouded the air, drizzles of unseeable rain falling from the sky and soaking through Griffin’s clothing. He slid off his glasses and rubbed the clouded lenses with his shirt, squinting to see through the fog without his spectacles.

At least Hira gave him a bag for his spell books so the ink wouldn’t run – he couldn’t imagine the consequences of being in the Daylands without sorcery.

“Where is this friend of yours?” he asked.

“She went to the border,” Hira answered.

“…Who is she?”

Hira glanced towards him with a frown, cocking an eyebrow, but sighed. “Her name is Sonnet. She’s an archer. Don’t get on her bad side, please. For your own sake.”

Griffin laughed. “I’m a villain. I can handle whatever she throws at me.”

Hira shrugged. “Whatever you say. Don’t blame me when she shoots an arrow at your face.”

“Do you expect me to believe –”

A scream echoed.

“Sonnet!” Hira yelled, whipping around and darting off through the mist towards the source of the voice.

Griffin sighed, and followed, pulling out one of his tomes as he prayed the pages wouldn’t get too wet.

Gold eyes met his stare.

The mikro lunged.

Griffin slammed his book into its head.

A whimper came from the creature as it landed among the mud and scuttled off, teeth bared.

Griffin flipped through the pages of his book. No one could fight in a torrent of rain and fog, let alone a glasses-wearing mage with spell books prone to getting soaked.

He found the spell, smirked, and recited the words.

The wind whipped up into a gale high above. Dark clouds raced along the sky, forced along by the gust, taking its rain with it.

Fog dissipated but didn’t disappear, leaving a haze above the field.

Arrows lashed through the air, striking two mikros lunging for him with claws unsheathed.

The mikros collided in the ground, hissing, and scattered, leaving thin trails of blood.

Hira emerged from the mist, her rapier glimmering with rain and reflected sunrays. “Now that is cool,” she said. “I found Sonnet.”

A figure came to her side – Sonnet, Griffin presumed.

Sonnet curtseyed. “I’m Sonnet… and you are our hero?”

Hira shot him a glare, as if to say ‘don’t you dare tell her’.

“I… suppose,” he replied, giving Hira a stare of his own.

Sonnet smiled, twirling a loose strand of her matted and braided vermillion hair. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She really doesn’t realise… ugh, what have I gotten myself into?

“What about the mikros?” His eyes narrowed. “Are there any more?”

Sonnet recoiled. “Um – er –”

Hira slammed a palm against her face and groaned.

“They were too cute to hurt, let alone kill!” Sonnet protested, viridian gaze darting over the area. “I did to protect us, but I didn’t chase any!”

“You didn’t want to kill them because you found them cute?” Griffin shook his head. “Good grief…”

“…Agreed. Creases formed along Hira’s forehead. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I’m sorry!”

A mikro lunged out of the mist with a squeaky roar.

Griffin recited a bolt spell, one he remembered by heart after years of use. Lightning slammed into the animal and pinned it to the ground.

Sonnet gaped at the charred body.

“Not our only problem,” Hira muttered, brandishing her rapier.

Mikros stalked out from the fog, the largest reaching Hira’s knee on four paws.

Griffin flipped through his tome of spells, stare fixed on the critters. Group spell. A group spell to eliminate them all, despite their potential as minions once he returned to his side…

“The hero has returned,” the biggest mikro hissed, “and our Overlord crowned. A new saga begins.”

Overlord crowned?

No, it couldn’t be right…

He stopped on a page, gritting his teeth. His muscles tensed.

The mikros pack lunged.

Ice shot in a ring from Griffin’s hand, freezing water droplets in the air in the circle outside of himself, Hira and Sonnet.

Water soaked into the mikros’s coats solidified, leaving statues of ice along the ground.

Hira stabbed a partially frozen mikro and Sonnet shot another.

Griffin grabbed an untouched one by the scruff. “How dare you,” he spat. “How dare you crown my nemesis as your Overlord?!”

The mikro writhed in his grasp. “W-We couldn’t leave the throne untaken! Even if the Overlord is the hero!”

Griffin glared, breathing heavy, and threw it into the ground.

The mikro regained its balance and scurried off.

“Griffin –”

“What?” Griffin turned to Hira, folding his arms.

“The mist!”

Around them, the fog’s tendrils hardened to translucent streaks of ice.

Oh, no.

Cracks echoed.

The ice structure collapsed.

Griffin threw out his hands, muttering an incantation.

A dome-like shield stopped the pieces of frost mid-air.

The blue-white shards trickled down around them like rain.

Sonnet’s eyes widened. “…Whoa. But… what you said…”

“…Griffin’s not the hero, according to him.” Hira sighed. “He’s our enemy.”

Sonnet’s gaze remained on him, before it drifted to Hira. “What about the actual hero?”

Hira shook her head. “We don’t know.”

“According to the mikro, he’s the Overlord of Evil.” Griffin dissolved the shield, scowling.

“Keep the shield up, Griffin,” Hira said.

Griffin blinked. “Why?”

Hira pointed.

Mikros snuck through the fallen translucent shards, all around the size of the last group’s largest.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, you were right about the mikros threat,” Hira mumbled to Sonnet.

The archer nodded. “That’s why I c-came, Princess.”

Griffin glanced over the mikros pack, frowning.

One carried a spell book.

Mikros can’t use magic. Why the tome?

A solution clicked.

Clever little rival of mine. You play your game well.

They needed to meet again to figure out the situation – since Hira didn’t seem to care, and if the mikros didn’t, Griffin doubted his nemesis’s human companions would be concerned.

But his rival knew about his sorcery – and he presumed Hira and Sonnet didn’t know mikros couldn’t use magic.

If they didn’t, he could teleport himself, and they’d blame the mikros.

Such genius, rival.

First, he needed a cover.

He recast the shield. “I’ll bring back the mist. Then we run.”

“We run?” Sonnet repeated, frowning.

“We’re on the border of the Nightlands,” Griffin explained. “Mikros reproduce like rabbits. There’s an army of them.”

Hira stared, mouth agape.

“Yes, my fault, I didn’t expect to be fighting them.” Griffin flicked through the pages of his tome for a mist spell. “Can’t blame me for needing henchmen.”

Hira rolled her eyes. “Right. Sure.”

Griffin stopped on a page. “Found it.”

Mikros gathered around the rim of the shield dome as Griffin murmured the spell’s words, causing tendrils of fog to gather over the air.

His glasses clouded over from the mist, obstructing his view.

Mentally recalling his teleportation spell, he dissolved the shield.

Creatures lunged through the air.

Griffin recited the spell.

The mikro met with nothing but air as he dissipated into sparks.

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