Destined To Be A Hero

The battle was rough, with multiple heroes lying dead on the ground of the ruined city. A teen was kneeling down inside a crater, hands bloodied, a person. No, a monster lying dead in front of him. He was crying, he did it, he really did. He killed All For One. But that also came with a price. He was kneeling down, with multiple red spear-like objects piercing his body, from his lower torso to his chest. The teen was sobbing, balling his eyes out in clear depression. Because the teen knew that he was also going to die.

The blue, the greens, the browns, and the different shades of nature assaulted his view as he climbed the tree. How long has time passed? How many individuals did he meet? How many hours practicing the sword?

He stood in the middle of the training field, and soldiers marched past as he removed his helmet. He gazed at the massive walls, standing taller than the tallest trees, guards like ants following a straight line, and a princess watching above from one of the castle walls. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath, and once open, he looked at the training dummies with conviction.