A thousand years ago. There existed two friends. One. A being bearing the overwhelming burden of fate. And the other. One who wished to share the burden. The great knight Oryx. And the mysterious herald of the stars. The great knight Oryx carried himself with pride. With fair olive skin and a hair color that reminded his friend of a chestnut. He was a mysterious personality indeed. Him and his friend.
The herald on the other hand was more beautiful than every woman on the continent. And had several pursuers until he had cut his hair to a short length. His hair was a golden blonde, and his eyes shined as blue as the stars that shined in the sky. Perhaps that was why everyone supported him on his journey. The herald was a bastard child of the emperor of that age. The herald didn't seek that throne. But wished to lead. To become a king in a place far away. To find a place beyond the continent. But not everything, was what it was meant to be. The herald became strong. So strong, not a single mortal being could hold a candle. While Oryx, fell behind.
One day the herald was able to wipe out an entire army of demons. With a missing arm. And then was confronted by the gods. And was able to split the realm into two with only a single slash of his blade with all of his might. While Oryx sat behind. And then was forced to witness his friend die in front of him as well. The gods were unhappy with the Herald. Unhappy with his solutions. And so they killed him. And tore a hole through the newly created abyss and the human realm. The chaotically form creatures of the abyss leaked into the human realm and tore apart every human. Oryx included. But Oryx did not want to die. He would never die. Not until he felt like he needed to. And that was his curse. He could never die. Not until he had the will to do so.
And there he was. A thousand years later. Oryx. A great knight who dedicated himself to the discovery of Avalon! One who was the second in command to the strongest human in all of the history of the world. One given a mission by the great world tree. In a…battered state. For lack of a better word.
He looked down at his body. A torn and hollow armor. In a truly pathetic state.
'Is this what I have become? A suit of armor? Destined to be torn and—'
He snapped out of his thoughts as a blast of white fire zipped across the air. He couldn't muster up any more energy to move. And the fire started melting his armor. Yet he lived. He couldn't die! Not here! Not now!
Arthur coated the moonlight blade in white flame and burst forward. Achieving absolute concentration and shredding apart the armor.
"It's time to go. You old fool."
The hollow armor let out a chuckle as it changed onto the cold floor.
"An old fool? Perhaps that is…a good description. But you may never understand. The burden of fate, and the burden of a thousand years…but it is my time…and so…I must…"
The armor shattered apart fully. The stone labyrinth remained silent. As Arthur sighed.
'You have no idea.'