Damon Blackthorn

The sky thundered, a heavy rain fell on her head, but Aurora wasn't going to give up. That mission was important. To find her childhood enemy and finally execute him. They both lived in the same castle; he was the son of nobles and she the royal princess. They hated each other as children, competing in everything, before the world was corrupted by the theft of the heart crystal that was inside Aurora's family castle, which was now destroyed. Her parents? Dead, they didn't survive the war. Now she was alone with the plan to try to restore the world. Him? He wanted the world to remain corrupt, and he was one of the biggest criminals. The metallic sound of clashing blades echoed louder than the thunder itself. Aurora felt the weight of his sword pushing against hers, the brute force of a man she barely recognized as the boy she used to compete with in the castle gardens. The rain washed the blood and sweat from her face, but it couldn't extinguish the fire of hatred in her purple eyes. They were so close she could feel the warmth of his breath against the cold of his armor. Aurora's teeth clenched, and the words came out like a poison she had kept for years: " I hate you... " she hissed, her voice trembling with exhaustion and the fury of seeing everything she loved destroyed by someone who once ran through the same corridors as her. He didn't back down. On the contrary, he tilted his head slightly, the metallic mask hiding most of his expression, but not the intense, dark glint of his black eyes that stared at her with a terrifying calmness. The corner of his lips twitched into an almost imperceptible smile, laden with cruel arrogance, as he pressed his blade a little harder against hers, forcing her to bear its full weight. — Hate me more. — he replied, his voice hoarse and low, sounding like a challenge that hit Aurora like a physical blow.