Eclipse of Eternity: The lost Kingdom's Curse

The Gathering Storm

The boat rocked gently as they rowed away from the collapsing Sunken Citadel, the amulet’s glow casting a soft light over the dark water. Kael sat in silence, the weight of the amulet heavy in his hands. The visions he had seen still lingered in his mind—the fall of Lythoria, the sacrifices of his ancestors, and the looming shadow of the Curseweaver.

Elara broke the silence. “So, what’s the plan? We’ve got the amulet, but how do we use it to break the curse?”

Kael glanced at the amulet, its crescent moon and stars shimmering faintly. “The Lake Witch said the amulet’s power can only be unleashed during an eclipse. The next one is in three days.”

Thorne, who had been quietly rowing, spoke up. “That gives us time to prepare. But we’ll need allies. The Curseweaver won’t go down easily.”

Elara raised an eyebrow. “Allies? Like who? Everyone in Lythoria’s either dead, cursed, or hiding.”

Thorne’s expression darkened. “Not everyone. There are still pockets of resistance—people who’ve been fighting the Curseweaver in secret. If we can reach them, we might stand a chance.”

Kael nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do. But we’ll need to move quickly. The Curseweaver will know we have the amulet by now.”

As if on cue, the water around the boat began to churn. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air, and the boat rocked violently. Kael gripped the edge of the boat, his heart racing. “What’s happening?”

Thorne drew his sword, his eyes scanning the water. “We’re not alone.”

A massive shape emerged from the depths—a serpentine creature with scales as black as night and eyes that glowed like embers. It lunged at the boat, its jaws snapping shut just inches from Kael’s face.

Elara cursed, throwing one of her daggers at the creature. The blade struck its eye, and the creature let out a deafening roar, thrashing in the water.

“Row faster!” Kael shouted, grabbing an oar and paddling furiously.

Thorne joined him, and together they propelled the boat toward the shore. The creature pursued them, its massive body cutting through the water with terrifying speed.

Elara drew another dagger, her eyes narrowed. “I’ll slow it down. You two keep rowing.”

Before Kael could protest, she leapt onto the creature’s back, driving her dagger into its scales. The creature roared again, twisting and turning in an attempt to throw her off.

Kael and Thorne rowed with all their strength, the shore growing closer with each stroke. Finally, the boat scraped against the rocky beach, and they leapt out, dragging it onto the sand.

Elara jumped off the creature just as it lunged again, its jaws snapping shut on empty air. She landed beside Kael, breathing heavily. “That was close.”

The creature let out one final roar before sinking back into the depths, its glowing eyes disappearing beneath the surface.

Kael exhaled, his heart still pounding. “Thanks. That was… impressive.”

Elara smirked. “Don’t mention it. But next time, let’s avoid cursed lakes, okay?”

Thorne sheathed his sword, his expression grim. “We need to keep moving. The Curseweaver’s creatures will be hunting us now.”

They set off into the forest, the amulet’s light guiding their way. As they walked, Kael couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. The trees seemed to close in around them, their branches twisting like claws.

After hours of walking, they reached a small clearing. Thorne held up a hand, signaling for them to stop. “This is it. The resistance camp should be nearby.”

Elara crossed her arms. “And how do we know they’ll welcome us with open arms?”

Thorne’s expression softened. “Because they’ve been waiting for someone like Kael. Someone who can wield the amulet and break the curse.”

As if on cue, figures emerged from the shadows—men and women clad in worn armor, their faces etched with determination. One of them, a tall woman with fiery red hair, stepped forward. “Thorne. It’s been a long time.”

Thorne nodded. “Aria. We need your help.”

Aria’s gaze shifted to Kael, her eyes narrowing. “And who’s this?”

Kael stepped forward, holding up the amulet. “I’m Kael. The last descendant of the Lythorian bloodline. And I need your help to break the curse.”

Aria studied him for a moment before nodding. “If you’re serious about this, then you’ll have our support. But know this—the Curseweaver’s power is growing. If we’re going to face him, we’ll need to act quickly.”

Kael nodded. “We have three days until the eclipse. That’s when we’ll make our move.”

Aria turned to her companions, barking orders. “Prepare the camp. We have work to do.”

As the resistance members dispersed, Kael felt a glimmer of hope. For the first time, he wasn’t alone in this fight. But he also knew the hardest part was yet to come.

Elara leaned against a tree, her arms crossed. “So, what’s the plan?”

Kael took a deep breath. “We gather our forces, prepare for the eclipse, and take the fight to the Curseweaver. But first, we need to rest. The real battle begins tomorrow.”

As the sun set and the camp came to life, Kael couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm was just beginning. The Curseweaver was out there, waiting. And when the eclipse came, the fate of Lythoria would be decided.