Hero

Friday, 16 March 2007.

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Hero surveyed the wastes around him.

A great battle was held here. He, alone, had stood against the might of the invaders, one-thousand strong. Alone, he held them with his mighty claymore, swinging in arcs with such skill that none could draw close without being rent in two.

And so he held for hours, at the city gates. They were never able to pass him, and in time, he had dealt with them to the last man.

As he entered back into the city, however, much was destroyed. Many buildings razed, the dead lining the streets. His enemies must have found another way into the city, and simply left men to keep Hero occupied for enough time to take what they wanted, and leave.

He walked down the streets, personally acknowledging each and every one he had failed to save.

And he cast down his sword, and began to rebuild.

He had failed, but he needn’t renew that failure every moment.