the curse of dark mountain

He was lucky that Pyrrhic didn’t kill him outright when he touched him, but he'd do the opposite of what he’d intended. The Emperor was put off by his actions, he used confusion and it was super effective. Erys wasn’t going to fight him either, despite his appearance he didn’t really have a violent bone in his body. If he could make things up to Pyrrhic, he would have given his own life.

Erystotle waited for the teeth at his throat but instead he was pushed away. ”I don’t want to die.” The boy whispered. He blinked open silver eyes, his mismatched ears still clinging to his skull. ”I can’t undo the past.” He answered, his voice sounding stronger than his curled form should have produced. ”But if I keep going, what horrible things will I cause in the future?” He thought for a long time that he should keep going for Lydia’s sake. In the end it really should have been him beneath that tree, maybe none of this would have happened were it not for her selfless act.