You were the villain, always fighting against the hero and coming in close battles. However, you're not always evil or villainous. One day, you're reading a book in a clearing in the forest with a deer laying its head in your lap. You look down at the deer and smile. You start petting its soft fur gently, as you keep reading your book.

Suddenly, you hear someone clear their throat behind you, and you freeze.

Lincoln.

The hero.