🔥 “Bethany vs Destiny One Truth, Two Enemies… and a Storm Ready to Break” See more in ⬇

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🔥 Bethany vs Destiny

One Truth, Two Enemies… and a Storm Ready to Break

The wind carried the smell of salt and thunder as Bethany Hale climbed the last ridge before Blackwater Pass. Clouds twisted like torn fabric above her, roiling in unnatural spirals. The Storm—that Storm—was waking again.

And she wasn’t ready.
Not for the Storm.
Not for Destiny.

The Prophecy That Broke Everything

The Archives said Bethany had been born under the Eclipse Star, destined to destroy the world or save it—no one agreed which. The prophecy was vague, cryptic, and unbearably cruel:

“One truth split in two
And when the sky fractures,
Enemy meets enemy
And only one may remain.”

For years she’d carried that sentence like a sentence.
And it had a name.

Destiny Arclight.

Her mirror.
Her rival.
Her bondmate in a fate neither asked for.

They had grown up together in the Academy—sometimes friends, often enemies, always circling each other like twin comets drawn by gravity and hate. Destiny’s power was precision and steel; Bethany’s was raw chaos and lightning.

The prophecy made them weapons.
The prophecy made them afraid.
The prophecy made them against each other.

The Awakening of the Storm

Bethany’s boots sank into the wet earth as thunder slammed overhead. Lightning flashed—purple, not white.

“Great,” she muttered. “It’s evolving.”

A voice behind her:
“Or responding.”

She stiffened.
She didn’t turn around.

“Destiny.”

Footsteps crunched closer. Calm, measured, irritatingly confident—exactly how he always walked.

“You weren’t supposed to come,” she said.

“You weren’t supposed to sneak off alone to face a sentient storm trying to unmake reality,” he replied.

“I’m not alone. I have choices.”

“No,” Destiny said softly. “We have one. Together.”

She finally faced him—and froze.

The mark over his heart glowed with the same twisting purple as the clouds overhead.
Her own mark responded, burning hot.

The prophecy wasn’t metaphor.
It was connection.

One Truth Revealed

Lightning forked downward, striking the ridge between them, exploding stone into shards. Destiny shielded her instinctively; she pushed him away just as instinctively.

“Stop protecting me!” she snapped.

“Then stop trying to die alone!”

Another blast shook the mountainside, and suddenly Bethany understood why the Storm had awakened early.

“It’s feeding on us,” she whispered.
“Our conflict. Our fear.”

Destiny nodded grimly. “Two enemies fueling something worse.”

The Storm was not their destiny.

Their division was.

Bethany swallowed hard. “So what’s the one truth we keep missing?”

Destiny stepped closer, lightning outlining his face in sharp angles. His voice dropped to something raw and real.

“That we were never enemies. That’s the lie the prophecy spun.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

“Then what are we?”

He reached out and touched her mark.
It burned—but it didn’t hurt.

It felt like completion.

“We’re the halves of a weapon,” he said.
“And the weapon only works if we trust each other.”

The Storm Breaks

The sky split open.

A vortex descended, roaring with voices, memories, fears, futures—every possibility they had ever rejected.

The Storm spoke through thunder:

“CHOOSE.”

Bethany’s knees buckled. Destiny grabbed her arm, steadying her, grounding her.

There were two paths:
Kill Destiny and absorb his power.
Let the Storm use her as its conduit.
Both ended the same way—disaster.

Unless…

She laced her fingers through his—finally choosing something neither prophecy nor fear dictated.

“We choose each other,” she whispered.

Destiny squeezed her hand. “Let’s break the storm.”

Fusion

Their marks ignited.

Energy spiraled between their bodies, weaving like braided flame. Lightning bent toward them instead of away. The vortex shrieked, splintering under the force of united will.

Bethany felt Destiny’s power alongside hers—not absorbing, but aligning.

Their storms matched.
Their fears dissolved.
Their truth emerged.

Two pieces of a singular force.
Two warriors meant not to destroy each other—
but to complete the world together.

With a final shout, they unleashed their combined power.

Light tore across the sky.
Darkness evaporated.
The Storm screamed—then shattered.

 Aftermath

Rain fell—gentle for the first time in years.

Bethany collapsed to her knees, exhausted. Destiny lowered beside her, breathing hard.

“So,” she said, staring at the quiet sky, “are we still enemies?”

He chuckled. It was the first time she’d ever heard him laugh without bitterness.

“No, Bethany. I think we just rewrote the prophecy.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Together?”

“Always.”

And above them, the clouds slowly parted—revealing the Eclipse Star shining brighter than ever before.