"In the midst of a devastating bloody battlefield, an older man stood towering above his friend's bodies. He raised a silver sword to the sky whilst his black eyes gazed triumphantly at the last man alive bowing pitifully before him. "Any last words?" the old man had asked.
The other merely dropped his head in anguish unable to say a mere word.
"Should you wish to prove your worth. Then point your sword toward the sky and say these words! No heaven shall shackle me down and no eyes will pin me down with their leering gaze." the old man shouted these words and not a minute had passed before he swiftly brought down his silver sword.
THUMP!
A head, lifeless and without a body, hit the ground."
~ Birth of Heroes
(( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Hey Hey! It's starting!)
(Will you shut up?)
(Never!)
(Ugh.)
Will you stand before injustice and merely watch?
Or will you grip that sword - as though your life depends on it - and strike with a heart full of vigor?
Two questions posed with wording that were fit for a Hero taking the biggest test in their life. One that would signify the turning point in their story.
But...I am not a Hero.
I am not even someone that deserves the title 'villain' either.
Merely, I am simply a piece of grass flowing in the wind with no direction.
No purpose.
No anything.
But I want to be something more.
I want this...
To be the Birth of my Journey!
Even if...I have to go this alone.
(Wha- (ಡ‸ಡ) was that it?)
(No you idiot. It's only the prologue.)
(I'm not an idiot! (¬_¬))