Hardfall and the Hero

"I want to be the Hero this time." Said one of the boys running around the water fountian. "You were the Hero last time" Called another. "Ya you have to be the Demon King." The four boys swung there wood sticks reenacting the legendary Final Battle. Decades had passed since the Demon Kings defeat. It was a story everybody knew. "I got you, you have to die" Said the boy playing the part of the Demon King. "Thats not how the story goes the Hero has to win."The little hero boy cyed."It doesn't matter its not real anyway. My brother told me it's was all made up." Apon hearing this the man walking by stopped in his tracks turning to face the kids. As his shadow eclipse the boys, there argument stopped. The man wore a long dark green cloke, hiding everything except his boots. "The story of the Final Battle is real." He said, his voice deep and sorrowful. As he took a step closer a hint of fear could be seen on the boys. He removed his hood exposing long black hair and beard tied in knots. A scar adorned his right eye. One of many that covered his body but the only one visible. "How do you know" the braver of the boys said still weary of the stranger. "Because I was there. I fought in the battle, I killed demons. I saw the Hero, I saw the Demon King. I watched as the Hero destroyed thousands of demons with a single swing of there sword. As the very same sword pierced the heart of evil, banishing him from our world. At the moment of victory when the Demon King had lost and his army defeated. I watched as the Hero died."