Rise of the Hero (A Clicker Heroes Story)

Chapter 1: The Escapist

Once in a land long forgotten, their lived a boy by the name of Devin. Devin lived in a peaceful village, near the Great Forest, which was known for being infested with monsters. Unknown to the people, the monsters were not as bad as the people perceived them to be. They were quite neutral monsters, but when provoked could be as vicious as the monsters in the villager's nightmares. The villagers had no need for adventure. They were happy huddled up in their cozy homes, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate. But Devin was quite unlike the other villagers. He had always had a strange fascination with the Great Forest. He always wondered what could possibly be in the forest that was so scary, and he was dying to find out. Everytime he announced that he was leaving the village, to live in the forest, the villagers talked him out of it. But Devin was fed up with his village. He had wanted adventure and had been denied of it for too long. So one night he left. He told no one of his plan to leave, because he knew they would protest. That air was crisp and clean, as he ran across the fields with the forest in sight. He made sure to have brought food and water with him, as he knew the journey would be long and perilous. He had also brought his family sword with him, just in case he needed to fend off any monsters that came across his path. The rhythmic pounding of his feet on the ground calmed him, and he started to think about his past. More often than not, he had flashbacks, where he zoned out, and his mind focused completely on his memories. And he could feel one coming right now. "Not right now, not right now!" Devin said to himself.

He knew he was far enough from the village that no one would find him, but he willed himself to stumble a little further, before collapsing into a trance.

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Devin opened his eyes. He knew he was having one his flashbacks, but he didn't know which one. Devin had had many flashbacks before, but none of them had ever appeared this way. Normally his flashbacks were very insignificant memories. Like one time it was a memory of him dusting off an old pot when he was 10 years old. He's 16 now. Devin never knew his parents. He lost them when he was two years old and doesn't have any memories of them. All he knows about his parents is that he had the same eyes as them. The same ocean blue, striking eyes. Well, obviously he was never told anything about his parents. Every time he would ask one of the people in his village about his parents, they would only change the subject. But he couldn't think about that right now, because everything before his eyes was consumed in fire. In all of his flashbacks he was a nonexistent being watching the scene unfold before him. In this flashback, there was a man and a woman covered in soot holding a baby running out of the house. In the background, there was a deafening roar. A hulking figure emerged from the fire, then breathed fire all over the living room. "Go!" Said the father, "I'll protect-" but his voice was drowned out by another roar. The roar was coming from; as Devin had already figured out, was a dragon. A fire breathing, blood red dragon. The father then proceeded to take a very ornate, jeweled, sword off the wall. His expression turned from worried to determined, as he pivoted around to face the dragon. The wife ran through the smoke, outside, into the night. And she ran. She ran as fast as she could, panting, using her smoke filled lungs to the best of her ability. Until finally, she reached a lone village in the middle of a meadow, near a forest. She ran to the door of a house and collapsed in front of it with the baby in her arms, and passed out. But she never woke up.

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Devin woke up, with his hair plastered to his face with sweat. Were those his parents?