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The End

Somewhere in Existence

Before the End of the Last Day

Before the Beginning, there was an ending. It occurred in the instant between the point of no return and total oblivion

Time had run out. The universe stood frozen on the brink of absolute destruction. Existence held its breath as within the tiny dimension known as Twilight, on a planet made from crystal, a battle raged to determine the fate of the doomed cosmos. It was too late to prevent the collapse, but the fate of those that had once inhabited the universe was still to be decided as the two sides clashed to determine if in its final moment existence would fall to evil or remain untainted.

As time and space broke down and matter collapsed upon itself, the universe burned in a final blaze of defiance. The physical realm had long since expired, leaving only a few pockets of reality where the surviving denizens of the former reality could gather for a final battle between the forces of Good and Evil.

The last heroes in the cosmos took their stand against the forces of darkness, which were led by their chosen champion. As the two sides collided in mortal combat, the heroes had been driven to defy the odds as they cut their way through the opposing force. But then the odds had turned in the favour of the dark champion as he had absorbed all his followers, emerging as the culmination of all the evil that existed within the universe.

In response the surviving heroes had sacrificed themselves, willingly giving their lives in a desperate attempt to create a champion of their own. The combination of everything that made them heroes, he was the embodiment of the good that remained within the cosmos.

And then the two opponents, filled with the power of their respective sides had clashed. The Dark Champion with his black armour with tarnished silver highlights bared his clawed fingers against the Champion of Light whose thick golden armour glowed from the light of his large sword. They threw everything they could muster against each other, the dark energy blasts from the Dark Champion bouncing off the golden shoulder panels of the Light Champion’s armour.

The building around them collapsed just as the rest of the world to which they had journeyed had crumbled during the battle. All that remained of the planet was a huge chunk of crystal and a golden throne that had once been a part of the palace that had stood upon the planet. This was all that remained of Twilight, the world at the instant between the last second of existence and total oblivion. It was the place to which the last dregs of the universe had found their way before only be pursued by the Dark Champion and his armies.

As they thought the gold-clad warrior had to admit to himself that his chances of success were diminishing by the moment. The Dark Champion was the embodiment of evil created by the forced merger of the Dark Champion with his forces. The Light Champion on the other hand had come about from the sacrifice of all those that had stood against evil. He was the combination of their minds, bodies and souls and was by his own admission… imperfect as he possessed both their strengths and their weaknesses. He carried with him the flaws of those that had created him.

The Dark Champion summoned an axe crackling with dark energy. As the universe edged closer to destruction, so he grew more powerful. And now, so close to the moment of destruction, he was nigh unstoppable. The axe tore into the Light Champion’s armour, penetrating the gold and silver layers to draw blood. He replaced the axe with two wicked black claws that sliced into the Light Guardian with ease. One strike caught him across the neck, causing the gold armoured warrior to stagger backwards.

The Champion of Light was growing weaker as blood oozed from his many wounds. Unlike his opponent, he was still capable of bleeding to death. The protective magic that the sacrifice had granted him early in the battle had faded after the first few exchanges and now it appeared that the weapons his opponent had chosen could eat away his armour. There was so little time left to fight back and the longer he waited the weaker he became and the more difficult it was to find the strength to fight.

He desperately fought to control the pain, drawing upon his residual strength and directing everything he could manage into a single strike. He knew that it would not be enough to destroy the Dark Champion, but if done correctly it could at least stop him. one sword strike, hoping that it would be enough to turn the tide against the enemy. Just as those that had created him had poured themselves into his creation, so he channelled everything he had into his sword. He threw everything into the strike, fuelling it with the dreams and emotions of those that had created him. The sword glowed brightly, empowered by the purity of the sacrifice he had made, multiplied by the sacrifice of those that had come before.

And then he stepped forward, thrusting the sword with a determined strike. The sword broke through the black armour, lifting his opponent from his feet. He stepped forward two steps and changed the angle of the blade, driving it down into the crystal ground. The blade buried itself into the rock and sunk through the enemy until only the handle could be seen.

As expected, the blow had not been enough to end the foul creature, whose dark essence was already attempting to counter the wound inflicted, though with little success.

"Is that it?" the Dark Champion mocked as the pain he suffered seemed to disappear. "One final blow with everything you could muster and that is all you could manage. Pathetic."

Dark hands reached for the handle of the sword, planning to pull it free and turn it upon its master. But instead of a cry of victory, there was a howl of agony as the blade burnt its wicked fingers. Smoke poured from its limbs as the purifying energy of the blade destroyed the evil that had tried to touch it.

"I think it worked perfectly," came the reply as the weakened hero stumbled to his feet. His armour dropped away, too severely damaged to be of further help and now a hindrance. The wounds he had suffered during their frantic exchange bled freely, dripping down upon the ruined castle floors. "I could never defeat you. You are the embodiment of all the evil contained in this universe, bound to exist so long as there is darkness. Even the darkness within me. There was no way you could be destroyed and to try and do so would accomplish little. But... I can contain you; I can hold you here until the end of the universe."

"Which won’t be that long now. This universe is doomed. All you’ve done is delayed my triumph," the enemy warned.

The Champion of Light shook his head. The destruction and end of existence had long been a matter of fact. Once the universe had reached a certain point of decline there had been no way to reverse it. No, this was not about whether the universe dies. It was how it died that mattered and there was no way that the beings that had given him life would allow evil to claim that it had triumphed.

"You’re defeated," he told the struggling thing, marvelling at how even now in the last moments of existence, the purity of the blade had eaten away at the darkness, exposing the evil for the pitiful creature it truly was. "The universe will die, but it will die on its terms, not lost in the darkness and ruled by the likes of you."

The Dark Champion tried to respond but its words were reduced to growls of anger as it struggled against the power of light. It squirmed in place and tried to slink away as the hero moved toward the sword. As the blade was pulled free, the darkness broke apart, scattered by the light from the sword. Before it was drawn back into the surviving warrior. Just as energy could not be created or destroyed, so evil could not be obliterated evil by light. But it could be chased away and it could be contained within a righteous heater. The surviving champion’s heart was pure enough to handle the task. The crystal rock that had been their battleground shook as the universe closed in around it. Evil had been conquered in that it had not triumphed, but there was nothing that could save existence.

As the universe grew smaller, so the light from the sword, reflected by the crystal rock into which it had been embedded, shone ever brighter and the dark creature seemed to shrink in size. Soon all that remained was a lone figure stood upon the crystal rock, looking out into the void, ready to welcome the end of all things. Existence had shrunk to the point where the material universe was the Champion, the ground upon which he stood, the discarded armour from his battle and the atmosphere around him.

Soon the planet of crystal faded into the darkness taking with it the lone survivor of the battle between Good and Evil. Good had triumphed this time and Evil had been conquered. But with the cost so high, nobody would ever call it a victory.

The Last Day had ended.

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