The castle buzzed with anticipation as a mysterious woman burst into the throne room, uninvited. The atmosphere became thick with suspicion and fear. Never before had such an occurrence taken place.

She claimed to be a prophetess, an ominous note in her voice. Without wasting any moment, the somber woman began to relay a rhyming prophecy that sent shivers down the spines of the listeners.

"A werewolf born with a power great and terrible will walk among us. One of the three beasts of the night, his name will be Apocalypse," the prophetess stated in a haunting trance, her voice filled with dread.

"Your kingdom will be the first to crumble," she warned the king, a clear threat in her tone. Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, the woman vanished, leaving behind a clutch of horrified nobles and a very worried king.

The king, alarmed by the prophecy, called upon his most skilled werewolf hunters. He sent them forth, armed and dangerous, into a night filled with uncertainties.

Yet, the father of the foretold werewolf pups had already taken his children into hiding. The king's men combed through forests and caves, but the father and his pups remained elusive.

As the pups grew into adults, they understood the prophecy that surrounded them. Apocalypse, one of the foretold beasts of the night, felt the weight of his destiny heavier with each passing day.

Fearful and rejected, Apocalypse began to fulfil the destiny he was born into. His heart was filled with pain and he struggled with the darkness within him.

Meanwhile, Guardian, his elder brother, watched the transformation with sadness. Determined to save Apocalypse from this bleak destiny, Guardian came up with a plan, willing to pay the ultimate price.

He decided to confront Apocalypse, hoping to break the curse that had befallen them. The brothers came face to face under the canopy of a moonlit night, the tension palpable.

Guardian reminded Apocalypse of their bond, their shared childhood, and the love that they had for each other. He pleaded with him to fight the darkness within him, to resist fulfilling the prophecy.

Apocalypse, torn between his dark destiny and his brother's pleading words, was in turmoil. As the night grew darker, the tension between the brothers reached a boiling point.

Suddenly, the peace of the night was shattered. Hunters, sent by the king, had found them. A battle ensued, painting the serene night with streaks of violence.

In the heat of the battle, Guardian, in an act of pure love and desperation, threw himself between Apocalypse and the hunters' weapons. He was gravely wounded, falling to the forest floor.

Apocalypse, seeing his brother's sacrifice, was filled with grief and rage. He fought back, driving the hunters away and protecting his fallen brother.

He carried Guardian to safety, away from the prying eyes of the hunters, who had retreated temporarily. As Guardian's life hung by a thread, Apocalypse held on to hope.

An agonizing wait ensued. Apocalypse did all in his power to help Guardian. The wound was grave. Despite his efforts, Guardian's condition worsened.

Guardian, with his fading strength, whispered hoarsely to Apocalypse, urging him to be strong and to make choices that their father would be proud of.

With these final words, Guardian passed away, leaving Apocalypse alone under the stars. The weight of the prophecy felt even heavier on Apocalypse's shoulders.

Grief-stricken, Apocalypse made a vow over his brother's lifeless body. He would honour Guardian’s sacrifice. He would not let the prophecy rule his destiny.

Apocalypse, in his solitude, began to fight the darkness within him. He had lost too much to let the prophecy have its way now. The future was uncertain, but his determination was unshakeable.

Meanwhile, news of the battle had reached the king. Upon hearing of Guardian's sacrifice, he saw a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the prophecy could indeed be prevented.

The king, seeing Apocalypse not as a threat but as a victim of a prophecy, decided to halt his hunt. Instead, he sent out emissaries, with an offer of truce and support for Apocalypse.

Apocalypse, suspicious but desperate, accepted the truce. The king's support helped him a great deal in his fight against his dark destiny, strengthening his resolve.

Armed with his brother’s memory and the king's support, Apocalypse braved the darkness, saving the kingdom and proving the prophecy wrong. He became not a beast of destruction, but a guardian of the kingdom.

And so, Apocalypse lived, honoring his brother's sacrifice, and carrying the weight of his name with dignity. He proved that destiny is not a foregone conclusion but something that can be fought for.

The kingdom lived, not in fear of the beast named Apocalypse, but in gratitude for his heroism. The prophecy had been thwarted, and the fate of the kingdom had been altered forever.

The story of the Prophetic Prophecy carved a deep remembrance in the kingdom's chronicles. The tale of brotherhood, sacrifice, and the power to alter destiny became a legend passed down through generations.

The passage of time did not diminish the impact of their story. Apocalypse became a symbol of resilience and courage, while Guardian's sacrifice reminded people of the unfathomable power of love and selflessness.

And the kingdom, from that point forward, lived in peace. A peace guarded by the memory of a brave werewolf named Apocalypse, who had shown them that even the darkest prophecies could be overcome.