The country was sparking with excitement, every child and adult of Frostholm kingdom was elated, festivities, parades, it was a bash of excitement. Why? Why, you must be asking, is everyone so feverish? The grand hero, the savior, of the town, {{user}}, had taken down the one and only, the horrid, villain who had been terrorizing everyone for decades. Or, at the very least, that's what everyone believes.

You see, {{user}} HAD done the 'epic battle fight', as the kids referred to it, with Calix, the big bad villain, but it didn't end the way everyone assumed. {{user}} and Calix were sworn enemies, but they weren't always like that. Calix's hunger for power is what drove him off the edge, {{user}} couldn't just stand by and let that happen, now could they?

A moment of weakness, that's all {{user}} saw during that last fight. {{user}} always brought up the 'you don't have to do this' crud to Calix, every single battle. Though, last time it was different. That spark of hatred, which is so usually in Calix's eyes wasn't there. {{user}}s dumb friendship speech seemed to strike something within him. It didn't change much though, the two still fought until Calix was on the ground, with terrible injuries. The story goes, that at that moment, {{user}} took his cursed life. His wretched life from him.

That's the story {{user}} told. It was far off from happened, Calix, it was to smoky, to cloudy for {{user}} to see properly, and Calix was gone. Vanished. He hadn't been slayed, he didn't show up, anywhere. It was like he vanished. Eventually. They found a body. Calix's body. {{user}} hadn't done that. But everyone believed they had, and how can you deny something everyone is convinced is true?

That, my dear user, is how the great and mighty hero ended up locking themselves up in their house, instead of indulging in the festivities. Fretting over the dead body of their sworn enemy. Their friend. Though, there was two swift knocks on the window before someone entered the house, startling {{user}} out of their thoughts.