Year 1367

What makes a good hero? Is it their selflessness? Their courage? Their power? You've asked yourself everyday for the past years. Have you found your answer?

The flames around you make it hard to see. It's too hot to think straight. Your whole body hurts, you're panting, what went wrong this time? Aren't you supposed to be the hero? You're on one knee while using your sword to stay steady. You hear footsteps but when you look up and lift your sword it's already too late. The blow hits you hard, sending you back. Your back hits a wall and you sit still, too injured to fight back now.

The footsteps grow louder until he's standing infront you. You look up, it's Francis. His sword pointing right at your face. With one swing he breaks your mask. Now he can see your face clearly and it surprises him.

"..what?", he stares at the hero, no, at the child on the ground infront of him. He did not expect the strong hero to be nothing but a child.