"I'm telling you everything we know, miss. We have no idea where either one of them are. Kintrell and John Scavo escaped with the elf knight. It really wasn't a pleasant escape..." Amora spoke, frowning as she thought back on the day.

Kintrell shoved the knight who cut his friend's eye, "Ed, let's go!" Kintrell begged to the newly broken elf as he started to pull on him. "We need to-"

"You brought this to us! You had to be so damn clueless and useless that you got us both thrown in jail!" Eddie roared as he shoved the man back.

"He's got a point, Kint. Mommy and daddy wouldn't appreciate their thief boy would be taking their other son or even the actual princess to jail."

"You don't get to speak about my family if you're gonna hurt my brother!" Kintrell yelled as he stood up, swinging his blade at the teen who assaulted both him and his brother.

The teen quickly ducked, his eyes widened as he saw the blade pierce through the wall, indicating that Kintrell was ready for murder.

The teen quickly took out a small dagger, swinging it across Kintrell's face, creating a fresh scar from above his eyebrow to his bottom eyelid.

Kintrell immediately backed away, covering his eye as the cut felt like it was burning. It was hot, excruciatingly painful, and very bloody. It's almost as if the man lost his actual eye, but didn't. Him and Eddie were both lucky to not get their eyes cut.

Through the adrenaline, Kintrell saw one man through his bloody anger and charged to him. The man who gave him the scar and exposed him publicly. He tackled the man, twisting his hand the dagger was in so he'd drop it.

As the boy tried to speak, Kintrell immediately threw punches at him. Blood was flying from one side of his mouth to the next. He fully intended to kill this man, not because of his scar, not because of him being exposed. He hurt his little brother, and if he let his assaulter live or even be able to breathe, he'll feel as if he's failed in protecting the one person who stuck by his side.

The boy tried to block the hits, but Kintrell just kept pulling his hands away, continuing to throw punches at his face.

"That's enough!" A knight stepped over as the others were somewhat afraid of the lengths the teen was willing to go to kill. He started to yank Kintrell back which resulted in him getting his foot stomped on and slammed to the floor.

"Keep your fucking hands off me!" Kintrell roared in anger, taking his sword from the wall, in which the other knights began to get into their defensive stance.

"I will take all of you on." Kintrell states, rushing towards them.

"Why'd you stop the story?" The woman crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear of the fight but the whereabouts of the three."

"Of course I wanna know the whereabouts, but I'm pretty sure the fight itself sounds interesting alone. You say it was unpleasant, so I'm hoping there's more blood than some prissy kid wanting his credit of being a knight and getting jealous over some street kid getting it." The woman shrugged.

Kintrell and Eddie were sitting on logs they've chopped down, sitting down in silence. They've talked about a couple things during the past two years, but for today, they chose to stay quiet. It was the anniversary. Two years ago, they escaped and were marked as traitors.

Kintrell had a scar on his cheek, his eye, and a small cut on the bridge of his nose. His hair was shaved, or at least the sides and the back was. The hair on top of his head was left as it covered his scar.

Eddie only had the scar on his eye whilst his white hair was shortened than from going to his shoulders to halfway down his neck.

John had no change, other than he had big, puffy hair. He aged as well as the two young adults he followed.

"We need a team." John spoke out, breaking the silence the men were maintaining.

"Nobody will join us. Besides, what would we pay them with?" Eddie raised an eyebrow.

"We can easily get some gold and silver pieces." Kintrell contributed, adjusting his long and curly hair. "We really are thieves for a reason."

"Well, I never thought of stealing. I was raised, well, better." Eddie shrugged. These two were the only people he had left, until he succeeded in his purpose in his life and was able to come back home a true hero.

"Oh yes, the very loyal elven boy chooses to stick to his old roots than learn how to steal." Kintrell puffed as he and his brother stood up. "We're gonna go get some easy money going from town. Come by if you'd like." The two started to walk away.

Eddie sighed heavily and shook his head, staying seated. "Idiots."

The knights began to swing their blades at Kintrell, fully intending to put him down, temporarily or permanently, it didn't matter.

Kintrell blocked the strikes with the blade of his sword as he slammed his body into on knight before taking his sword and keeping the other blades blocked by both sword blades.

Attempted murder, assault on a knight, accused treason. Things weren't exactly looking too good for Kintrell's record, but he didn't care.

Kintrell raised his blade, making the others have to raise as well. He took the opportunity to kick both knights in the chest, knocking them back. He then gripped them by the head, slamming their faces together.

From a quick glance, it almost looked as if he enjoyed the thrill of fighting..

The man then yanked the elf up, forcing him out of the door. "We gotta go, Eddie!"

"I can't just abandon my culture!"

"They abandoned you, trust me." The three were running from the castle, slamming knights to the ground, making sure they didn't attempt to attack them if they were notified of what happened.

Eddie was still in the woods, sighing. "How will I do it? I'm one man. One man against an army of pure evil. Kintrell and John? They're deadweight. There's no way they're needed in my destiny.." He mumbled quietly to himself, thinking about that night.

After they escaped the guards, they were hiding in an abandoned home, waiting for the night to get quiet so they can escape the town with some ease.

"Eddie, you gotta believe me, I'm really sorry. I didn't know they'd kick you out."

"Congrats, now you know in case you find another elf to befriend, cause me and you? You'll just get in my way."

"I was sent out as well, Eddie! It's not gonna be easy to get back in here when you almost killed a guy!"

"I guess you should've been smarter in your choices." Eddie then sat down, continuing to wipe the blood from his scar. "We're going our separate ways."

"Wrong." The princess's voice spoke as she was approaching the two. "You're needed together more than ever." The woman spoke, looking different than before. Her hair was now pink as her eyes were white. "I've seen the future, and you two are Destiny's last hopes." She stated, approaching the two as she placed her fingers on their heads, revealing something.

Eddie's Destiny was a ray of light. Black and white combined, piercing through a red sky. He was in the middle of a field, releasing all of the energy he had.

Kintrell's Destiny made him just step back, shaking it off. He was conflicted, he didn't even know how to process it.

The princess nodded at the two. "The world needs you two more than ever. I can't stress it enough, but there is a war coming, very soon. The Black Order is gaining their strength to bring back a reign of terror and torture, maybe even corrupt the world into a darker world.." She states as she opened a portal underneath them, transporting them into the woods.

"Kint, I have a question." John spoke lightly as the two entered town.

The sounds of footsteps crunching the leaves and sticks near Eddie alerted the man as he noticed them.

Bandits were trying to attack him.

Eddie sheathed his swords as he started running, and soon the bandits all followed after him.

Eddie jumped against a tree, running along it as he jumped to the next, doing the same thing.

The bandits chased him, not seeing him, but knowing the direction he was going to.

"I see you want the entire story from an extremely reliable source?" The newly young adult knight boasted, chuckling.

"No, I just want you to relive the ass whooping Kintrell gave you." The woman spoke, laughing softly.

"He got a cheap shot on me."

"Sure, but just describe something. I'm losing patience here!"

"Okay, okay!" The man tried thinking and quickly nodded, "When he was assaulting me, pulling my hands away, I noticed something on his face than the scar. I saw black veins around his eyes, almost as if he was poisoned or something."

The woman nodded and stepped away, having a small smile on her face. "Good boy."

Eddie took his swords out and jabbed them into the trees, keeping himself unnoticed from the bandits that ran past him.

He then took his swords out of the trees and dropped to the ground as he snuck behind them.

The bandits made it to a clearing in the woods and looked around.

"How did we lose one guy? Did he teleport?"

"He was jumping in the trees. What made you think he didn't stay in one of them?"

"Both are wrong answers." Eddie spoke as he took a man into a chokehold before slamming him into the ground. "But good tries."

One took out his dagger, starting to swing at him.

Eddie ducked, leaned towards the right before rolling towards the left. As he did that, he stayed crouching as he spun, using his leg to sweep two bandits off their feet.

The last one took out their sword, starting to swing at him.

Eddie then blocked the incoming strikes with his sword blade, focusing on his every move. Once he saw an opportunity, he poke his blade through the man's hold of his sword. There was enough room for his sword to enter the bandit's grip without stabbing him as he flung the assaulter's sword away.

The bandits were in shock and fear of the experienced elf and they started to hightail it out of the woods.

"What's going to happen once Eddie sees what you become in the future?"

Kintrell thought back on that day and sighed heavily, shrugging. "Destiny. That's literally it."

Kintrell stood there, his face and body darkened, almost ash black as his pupils were red blood. He stood beside an army of shadows and corruptions.

In a distant future, Kintrell was on his knees as Eddie held his blade against the man's chest, about to stab him.

"When the time comes, we'll have to play our cards right, because we can't change destiny, but maybe we can change perspective..."

The woman walked out of the town, her eyes slowly shifted blood red as her pale skin turned ash black. She just smiled as she put her cloak over her head, disappearing.