False Hero

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A cold gravestone, stood alone in an unnamed skeletal forest. The trees surrounding the grave stone, almost seemed like they were in mourning. Their bark was a deeper shade of black, this year. Snow blanketed the ground, and rushed though the branches of the trees. While the sky was a deep shade of grey, echoing winter's cruel demeanor. The markings on the grave spoke "Nicolas Black." A name that is known, very well. A man loved by the people, but was taken away. A Great depression flowed on earth. The people mourned knowing that the hero chosen by the gods, had died. The hero born to be a legend had perished. He had failed. His death struck the earth to the core, the events set written by the gods has completely changed. Even they didn't know what the future had for told. Everything from then on was unknown.