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> Place : Bletol Fort.
> Realm : Nathro
> Time : 1043rd Rev of Timestar.
> Ethan's status : 11 Zyk ( 22 Yr in human age), 6'6''ft.
> Population : 0.0000000000001% (Only 11 fairies and Ethan)
In his large lab, Ethan worked tirelessly on the Cyro-beamer, a weapon designed to kill Kylx. The lab was filled with an array of machines, tools, and half-constructed devices, combining both human science and fairy technology—a testament to Ethan’s brilliance.
The door creaked open, and Caly stepped inside. Her usually radiant presence was subdued, her face sad and dull, heavy with the weight of worry.
“Ethan…” she called softly, her voice full of sadness and concern.
He heard her but didn’t respond. His back was turned to her, his hands continuing to work on the Cyro-beamer as if she weren’t even there. His movements were tense, methodical, and utterly consumed by the task in front of him.
Caly walked closer, her heart aching at how distant he had become. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder, hoping her touch would reach him in a way words couldn't. "Ethan, please… eat something."
Still, no response. Ethan kept his focus on the machine, ignoring her plea, his mind entirely absorbed by his project. It was as if the world outside his lab no longer existed.
Desperate to get through to him, Nia stepped around, gently cupping his face in her soft hands, trying to turn him toward her. Her voice trembled with worry and sadness. "Ethan, please... Look at me."
That was when the dam broke. “Oh... fuck it,” he muttered, seething with anger he could no longer suppress, slammed his fist down onto the desk with such force that the sound echoed through the lab. His tools rattled, and for a brief second, the hum of machines felt like silence. Caly gasped, her heart aching, but she didn’t back away. She knew this wasn’t truly anger directed at her—he was hurting.
Ethan stood up abruptly, his face still turned away from her. His voice, though controlled, was laced with fury and bitterness.
Caly flinched at his tone, but she understood his pain. She remained close, trying to soothe him as best she could. "Ethan, please... don’t hurt yourself like this. Don’t blame yourself."
He stayed motionless for a moment, his back rigid, his fists clenched. When he spoke, his voice was low but filled with self-loathing. “It doesn’t change the reality, Caly. They’re all gone. Because of me.”
Caly shook her head, her voice cracking as she tried to protest. “No, Ethan, it wasn’t your—”
But Ethan cut her off, his frustration boiling over. “The Cyro-beamer is ready. Find Kylx. I’ll kill her myself.”
Without another word, he stormed past Caly, his mind a whirl of anger and guilt. This was a side of Ethan that none of the fairies had ever seen before. He was growing darker. Caly could see it, feel it—his once bright and loving soul was being eclipsed by the darkness inside him.
Caly walked slowly back to the fairies, her shoulders slumped and her face etched with hopelessness and disappointment. The atmosphere was suffocating, filled with an overwhelming grief that had consumed the remaining fairies. Some were huddled in corners, sobbing uncontrollably, while others sat in silent sorrow, their eyes glazed over, lost in the devastation and the wrath that Zovrath had brought upon them.
When Caly entered the room, all eyes turned to her, especially Lorieyna, who was seated on the floor leaning against the wall. Lorieyna’s tear-streaked face lit up with a glimmer of hope as she looked up, praying Caly had managed to convince Ethan to eat something, to talk, to feel again. But the moment Lorieyna saw the sadness and failure in Caly’s eyes, her own hope crumbled, and her tears began to flow once more.
Caly sat down beside Lorieyna, unable to speak. The words caught in her throat as tears welled up, and together, they leaned into each other, sobbing quietly, sharing in their collective pain. The weight of the sorrow was too much to bear.
Lorieyna’s voice broke through her sobs, weak and broken. “I can heal his wounds. But how do I heal his wounded heart, Caly? …..How?.... I... can’t,” she whispered, her voice faltering as tears choked her words.
Caly said nothing, her own heart too heavy, knowing that no words could possibly ease the agony they were all feeling. They had lost so much—their entire civilization—and now, they were watching Ethan, the one they all loved and cherished, spiral into darkness. His pain mirrored their own, but his path was leading him toward something even more destructive.
Elysia approached, her own expression hopeful that Caly might have been able to break through to Ethan. But when she saw Caly and Lorieyna sobbing in each other’s arms, her hope shattered as well. Elysia turned away, her steps slow and heavy, retreating into her own sorrow.
Kanthia stood by the window, staring out at the aftermath of the battle. Kanthia’s voice, usually bold and commanding, was now low and filled with sadness. “Some wounds never heal, Lorieyna... They keep hurting us.”
Mystralyra, sitting nearby, barely lifted her head, her voice just a whisper. “He’s hurt... like all of us.”
Emberis, unable to stay silent any longer, asked, “Where is he now?”
Caly wiped her eyes and answered, her voice filled with worry. “I don’t know... He’d made the Cyro-beamer. He said he’s going to kill Kylx.”
Cirnyx, her face tense with concern, shook her head. “No..no... We have to stop him. This..this anger is consuming him.”
Lamia, sitting in the couch, spoke bitterly. “He’s already consumed by it, Cirnyx. We can’t do anything now.”
Lys couldn’t accept this. “Erudite! What are you saying? He’s our Ethan. We can’t let him become a killer... He’s already killed too many.”
Lamia snapped, her frustration and grief boiling over. “So, go, Lys! Stop him! Go!”
Lys fell silent, her shoulders slumping. She knew deep down that she couldn’t stop him—no one could. The weight of that realization pressed down on her, and she sank back into her seat, defeated.
Aisling continued, her voice hollow and raged. “We can’t stop him now. He’s turning into a monster... like Neshis.”
At that, Emberis’ rage ignited. Her hand glowed red-hot with a fiery red, and her eyes burned with an intensity that sent fear through the room. Without warning, she lunged at Lamia, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her into the air.
“How dare you call him a monster!” Emberis’ voice was filled with rage, her hand tightening around Lamia’s neck. “I’ll—”
Before she could finish, Mislyra rushed forward, trying to calm her. “Emberis, no... Emberis, let her go,” she shouted, her hands lowering Emberis’ burning grip and freeing Aisling.
Emberis released Lamia, but her eyes still flamed with fury. “Next time, there will be no one to stop me,” she growled, her voice thick with anger.
Lamia collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, rubbing her neck where Emberis’ fiery hand had nearly burned her. The room was silent except for Aisling’s ragged breathing.
Mystraylra, her calm demeanor barely holding, finally spoke up, her voice sharp. “Stop! Stop this madness! We are the only ones left of our kind... We can’t fight each other like this.”
Kanthia, who had been silent, finally turned away from the window, her voice regaining some of its authority. “We will go with Ethan to stop Kylx. Emberis, find him.”
Emberis knew exactly where to find Ethan. The top of the Kylsim tower, where the night sky stretched infinitely above them, had always been his refuge, a place where he found solace in the stars. She reached the top, her footsteps soft against the stone floor, and saw him sitting there, gazing up at the stars in silence.
For a moment, she simply stood there, watching him. His silhouette against the vast expanse of the night sky was fragile, burdened by the weight of everything he had endured. Emberis wanted to savour this moment, to see him at peace one last time before he distanced himself further. After a brief pause, she quietly moved to sit beside him, her presence soft but filled with the weight of her love for him.
"I knew I’d find you here," she said, her voice gentle yet carrying the gravity of the situation.
Ethan didn’t respond. His head hung low, unable to meet her gaze. The crushing guilt of his perceived failure gnawed at him.
Emberis, her heart breaking for him, tried to reach him. “You used to bring me up here,” she said softly, “and you’d tell me about the stars. You looked at them through your science, and I...” She chuckled lightly, though it was tinged with sorrow. “I looked at them through our believes..”
Ethan's voice was cold and heavy with emotion as he finally spoke. “You shouldn’t have come here. Leave me alone.” His head remained lowered, his shame and anger swallowing him whole.
Emberis took his hand in hers, feeling the familiar comfort of it fitting perfectly in her grasp, like it always had. And, for now, Ethan didn’t pull away.
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“Ethan,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please, look at me. Don’t do this to yourself. I can’t see you like this.”
But Ethan still didn’t respond, his head hanging, his heart too full of guilt and despair to face her or any of the fairies. Emberis, her tears now falling freely, cupped his face in her hands, her fingers trembling. “Ethan... please, look at me,” she pleaded through her sobs.
Suddenly, Ethan pulled away from her grasp, his body tense with rage and frustration. He stood up abruptly, turning to walk away, consumed by the shame of what he saw as his failure.
Emberis, desperate to stop him, gently took his hand as he was about to leave, her grip firm but tender. “Please, Ethan. Don’t go,” she begged.
Ethan, his voice hardening with anger, asked, “Did you find Kylx?” His eyes stayed fixed ahead, unwilling to face her.
Emberis’ tears continued to fall “Ethan... please. I beg you.”
Ethan ripped his hand from hers with a sharp motion, the anger and pain too much for him to bear. He walked away, his steps heavy, each one taking him further from her, from them.
“Wait! Wait!” Emberis called after him, her voice cracking with desperation. Ethan stopped, but he didn’t turn around.
“You’re pushing us away,” Emberis said softly, “so you can save us. But who’s going to save you?”
Ethan didn’t respond. He stood there for a moment, and then, without a word, he continued walking away, disappearing into the darkness.
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The scene shifted to Mislyra and Elysia, sitting atop the fort’s wall. The morning sun was beginning to rise, casting a soft, bluish glow over the land. But the beauty of the sunrise meant nothing to them now. The only thing that mattered was finding a way to bring Ethan back—the Ethan they had loved and cherished, the one who had always wanted them to smile and be happy. Now, he was buried under the weight of sorrow and disappointment, unreachable in his anguish.
Mislyra sighed, her voice filled with regret. “I can’t even imagine what he’s going through. After everything he’s done for us... saving us all, time after time. And now, this one failure... it’s taken everything from him.”
Elysia nodded solemnly. “He’s pushing himself away from us. First, he lost his mum on Earth. Then, he lost Emberis’ family. And then, Nyria... He keeps losing, again and again. And now….” Her voice trailed off, filled with sadness.
“I feel so bad for him,” Mislyra said, her heart aching. “I want to hold him, to pull all that pain out of him. I just want him to know that we still love him, that we’re still here for him.”
Elysia’s voice was soft as she replied, “I want that too, Mislyra.”
Suddenly, the sound of a loud roar broke the silence. Both Elysia and Mislyra looked up, startled. Ethan’s war armor had launched into the sky with tremendous speed, its engines roaring as it soared into the air.
Mislyra’s heart sank. “Ethan!” she called out, her voice filled with worry.
Elysia, her eyes wide with concern, asked, “Where’s he going all of a sudden?”
Mislyra’s eyes narrowed in realization, and her heart skipped a beat. “Kylx... He’s going to kill Kylx.”
Without wasting a moment, they both rushed inside to alert the others. Time was running out, and they couldn’t lose Ethan to the darkness that had already consumed too much of him.
Ethan’s war armor descended with a deafening crash into the frozen expanse of Nathro Realm. The icy ground beneath him trembled from the impact, sending cracks through nearby icebergs as the wind howled across the desolate landscape. His HUD flickered to life, scanning the area as projections of the terrain lit up inside his helmet, painting the barren wasteland in hues of blue and red. Amid the cold, lifeless expanse, a single heat signature flickered on the display—his target.
Each step of his war armor sent tremors through the ground, the ice beneath him fracturing under the weight of his fury. He could feel it coursing through him, not just anger, but a righteous fire fueled by his need for retribution. He walked forward. .
Something was wrong. His senses heightened, Ethan’s eyes darted across the frozen plains. The sudden drop in temperature was unnatural, even for Nathro. A low rumble echoed from the distance. In seconds, frost giants, massive and looming, emerged from the glaciers around him. Their eyes burned with icy hatred, but Ethan, locked in his fury, was unshaken.
Before the giants could close in, Ethan deployed a mini drone from his suit’s shoulder compartment. The drone hovered above him, a silent sentinel, and in a single rotation, it unleashed a torrent of laser beams. The beams sliced through the air, cutting down the frost giants with surgical precision. The massive creatures didn’t even have time to roar before their frozen bodies collapsed to the ground, defeated in one swift motion.
Ethan moved on, his pace unbroken, until he reached the heart of the icy fortress—the throne of Agy. Seated upon it was Kylx, her presence commanding and sinister. She lounged on the ancient, jagged throne, her body wrapped in the remnants of frost power that made her untouchable for so long. A mocking grin spread across her face as her cold eyes settled on Ethan’s war armor.
“Oh, my stars... Look who's finally here,” Kylx purred, her voice dripping with malevolence. “The so-called savior of the fairies.” She threw her head back and laughed maniacally, the sound bouncing off the icy walls.
Ethan’s armored figure stood tall, unmoving. Behind the helmet, his eyes burned with controlled rage, his voice deadly calm.
“And where are your poor, weak fairies now, Ethan?” Kylx’s eyes sparkled with cruel amusement. “Oh, wait... they got wiped out by Zovrath!” She cackled again, her laughter filling the icy chamber.
Ethan's response was low and simmering with menace. “And you’re going to pay for it.”
Kylx sneered, pretending to be frightened. “Oh, I’m so scared... a human is here to threaten me.” She laughed, the sound harsh and grating. “You shouldn’t have come here, vermin. I’ll freeze you where you stand.”
Without warning, Kylx unleashed a torrent of frost energy. A vicious blast of icy wind shot toward Ethan, the cold biting at him, freezing the ground beneath his feet. His war armour's systems screamed as frost began creeping over the metal. His arm, raised to shield his face, was quickly encased in a thick layer of ice. Kylx watched gleefully as her frost powers slowly engulfed Ethan, her grin widening.
“Poor Ethan,” she mocked, “getting frozen like the rest of them, I see.”
But Ethan wasn’t phased. He activated the weapon he had crafted specifically for this moment—the Cyro-Beamer. It hummed to life, the mechanism glowing faintly as it began to gather energy.
Kylx’s laughter faltered as the ice covering Ethan’s armour began to crack. Slowly at first, but then, in one explosive motion, the ice shattered completely. The temperature around them shifted, and Ethan’s armour gleamed in the aftermath.
“How...?” Kylx’s eyes widened in shock. “How did you—?”
“It doesn’t matter now,” Ethan interrupted, his voice colder than the ice surrounding them.
Before she could react, Ethan unleashed the full power of the Cyro-Beamer. A blinding beam of energy shot from the device, aimed directly at Kylx. She tried to summon her frost powers to shield herself, but it was too late. The Cyro-Beamer was more than just a weapon—it was a siphon. It latched onto her essence, pulling the icy power from her very being.
Kylx’s body convulsed as her powers were forcibly ripped away from her. She screamed in agony, the once untouchable frost dihodos of Zovrath now trembling under the sheer force of her own power being turned against her. Her icy throne cracked under the pressure as the raw energy poured out of her, absorbed by the Cryo-Beamer.
“No!” Kylx shrieked, her voice a mix of rage and terror as her body weakened. The frost that had clung to her like armour melted away, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly vulnerable.
With a final, agonized scream, Kylx collapsed onto the frozen ground, her power completely drained. She lay there, powerless and defeated, gasping in the cold as her body trembled with weakness.
As Kylx’s shattered form lay on the icy ground, Ethan’s rage overwhelmed him. His war armor clanked as he stood over her, the cold metal of his fist rising into the air. His breath was ragged, his vision blurred by the searing heat of his fury and pain.
CRACK!
"This is for the fairies I loved," Ethan snarled, his voice trembling with the weight of his emotions. His fist came down with a thunderous blow, smashing into Kylx’s face. The sickening crunch of bone and flesh echoed through the frozen chamber.
CRACK!
"This is for the love they had for me," he growled, punching again, each strike fueled by the agony he felt inside. Blood sprayed across the ice as Kylx’s face became a grotesque mess, but Ethan didn’t stop.
As Kylx lay there, gasping in agony, a small figure emerged from the shadows, her Aul, watching in horror as her Mum was reduced to this pitiful state.
CRACK!
"He took everything from me!" he roared, his fist crashing down with even more force, his anger intensifying. The ice beneath Kylx cracked as her body absorbed the punishment, her face now unrecognizable. But Ethan couldn’t see her anymore—his vision was filled with memories of the fairies who loved him, who believed in him, and how he had failed them.
CRACK!
"They believed in me... they trusted me!" Ethan’s fists pounded Kylx’s broken form again and again, each punch shaking the ground. He was no longer just attacking Kylx—he was attacking his own guilt, his own sorrow, his own failure.
As his armoured fist rose to charge for the final blow, ready to end Kylx's life, a voice broke through the storm of his anger.
“We still believe you, Ethan.” It was Loreiyna, her voice soft but steady, filled with the warmth that always calmed him. Her words stopped Ethan’s fist in mid-air, frozen in time.
He turned, his helmet swivelling to see them—his fairies, standing there together, united in their love for him. Their faces were streaked with tears, not of fear but of sadness for him. They had come for him, not to punish but to save.
“Please, Ethan,” Elysia said, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Don’t kill her. Please come back to us… We need you.”
Ethan’s hands trembled as he fought the rage still burning inside him, the overwhelming urge to destroy everything in his path. His mind screamed for vengeance, but his heart… his heart was torn.
“I know you’re in pain, Ethan,” Mystraylra said softly, her voice carrying the weight of all their suffering. “We all are. But this is not you. You’ve saved us more times than we can count. We are here because of you. You are our savior, not a destroyer.”
“A savior…” Ethan’s voice was raw as he spoke, his teeth clenched in frustration. “A saviour who failed to save you.”
With a final, anguished cry, Ethan lifted his fist once more, his rage boiling over. But before he could bring it down, Kanthia’s powerful hands caught his arm mid-swing, her strength matching his war armor’s.
"Enough!" Kanthia shouted, her voice booming like thunder. The chamber fell into a stunned silence, her words echoing through the frozen walls. Ethan's fist remained in the air, held firm by her grip.
“Enough, Ethan,” Kanthia said again, her voice softening as she held his trembling fist. “Look at yourself. What have you become?” Her eyes, filled with tears, searched his. “This isn’t you. We don’t want revenge. We don’t want destruction. We want you. Please….come back to us. We all want you back with us ….”
His armor’s grip loosened, and he lowered his fist, slowly stepping back. For a heartbeat, he stood still, his war armor towering over Kylx’s broken form. The fairies held their breath, hope flickering in their eyes.
But then, in a voice cold as the ice surrounding them, he spoke, “I am not the savior you need. They all died because of me… and now.... I won’t stop until the last Dihodos is dead. I will kill them all myself.”
With that, his armor roared to life, and he shot into the sky, leaving the fairies behind, their tear-filled eyes watching him disappear into the gray horizon. They knew he was spiraling into darkness, consumed by the weight of his failure, and all they wanted was to bring him back.
As they turned to Kylx, her daughter trembling at her side, Kanthia extended a hand to the badly wounded Kylx. “Get up,” she said, her tone almost weary. “I don’t want your Aul to be an orphan. Loreiyna will heal you.”
But Kylx, filled with loathing and pain, spat out her words. “I don’t… want your help. He isn’t a savior… he’s… a monster…”
Her words cut deeply, but one fairy couldn’t bear to hear more. Caly’s rage flashed, and without a word, she forged an icy sword in her hands and, with a swift, merciless motion, severed Kylx’s head.
“You don’t deserve to live,” Caly said, her voice deadly calm.
The others stood in silence, no one offering judgment or comfort. Together, they turned and walked away, leaving Kylx’s fallen form on the frozen ground.