The New Dawn, age 1324

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Betrayal; the violation of a person's trust, confidence, or moral standard.

The definition couldn’t even begin to describe what had just happened. And as the realizations slowly hit, it felt as if the sky had split open. Someone she had trusted with her life’s work, someone who she worked alongside was not the person she knew.

But it all made sense. And she hated herself for not seeing it sooner.

Her child had a vision because of him. She lost her one and only son because of him. She lost everything because of him.

Her rage grew, everything she had been keeping under wraps for centuries started to come undone. After finding her life’s purpose, the man who she thought was a friend, took it all away. 

Why he had betrayed her trust, she had no clue. But she would get the answers she needed, if it was the last thing she would do.

She knew exactly where to find her now enemy. So, raising a hand, she allowed her incredibly powerful mana to flow through her hand. With a bright flash, she was no longer standing in her study, but right in front of the man who betrayed her, in his own home.

“Kavathorn!”

The man simply smiled, cocking his head to the side. His dark hair was slicked back, graying beard well maintained. Everything about him seemed so noble.

Except his eyes.

They were a deep orange, shining with animalistic desire for power and bloodshed.

It was something she had never seen in him before. Every instinct in her body was saying that it wasn’t him, but it was. Kavathorn was sitting there, right before her eyes.

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“You don’t know what you’re doing,” she said steadily, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

The man threw his head back with a laugh, a hand going to his stomach from how hard he was laughing. He crossed a leg over the other once he had slightly calmed down, wiping the tears welling in his eyes from laughing so hard.

“Oh my old friend, of course I know what I’m doing. But tell me, what did he see in the vision? I know you have the memory. You took it from him. I wonder what he would think about that?”

Her eyes flared angrily, and so did her mana. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palm. Kavathorn knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted a reaction, we wanted to see raw, powerful emotions.

“I don’t think you deserve to see his vision.”

Kavathorn sighed, rolling his eyes. “Are you angry about what I did? You and I both saw his potential, I just wanted to speed up the process a bit. So what if it cost him his life? Now, you will tell me what he saw. I would hate it if his life’s purpose went to waste.”

“I will not,” she responded with a snarl, taking a few steps closer to Kavathorn, standing over him. Her eyes bored into his.

The man’ eyes went blank as he noticed her eyes beginning to glow. He snapped back to reality, realizing she was casting a spell. He couldn’t help but be impressed she could cast such a spell without an incantation.

“This is goodbye, friend.”

Kavathorn laughed, “No! I will come back, I guarantee, not even you can get rid of me. My legacy is too powerful to fall. It will last for as long as my desires last. Memories last for eternity. You should know that better than anyone.”

“But what is not what the prophecy foretold.”

Kavathorn stared up at her, shocked, unable to say anything for a few seconds. But he stood up quickly after, grabbing a hidden weapon from his robes. The dagger was made of a dark metal that was nearly black. He grabbed the sorceress's shoulder and pushed both of them to the center of the room. Holding the blade up to the woman’s throat.

Her eyes welled with tears as her spell she was preparing for was complete, it would be the end of both her, and her old friend. She wished he would change, but he would not.

As the tears began falling down her cheeks, her face began cracking and pieces began flaking off, disappearing with a small silver glimmer. The same began happening to the man across from her, it was painless, but moving quickly. She did not want to torment him.

“I hope we can meet again in another life.”

“Nar-!”

But he did not get to finish, they were gone, as if they were never there. The only thing that remained was a golden orb, containing the memory of the prophecy. The world needed to know.

But the evil was not gone, only hidden, waiting in the shadows until the time was right.