The Hero

The Hero

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Fantasy
My sword clanked against my hip and I held it close, taking comfort in the familiar shape. My footsteps echoed around the street, bouncing off the boarded-up windows and locked doors. Ghosts of colors flew from full vender stalls, all left in a hurry. Shouldering my bag higher, I set off down the street looking for a living, breathing being.
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"Wait!" I called out to the dark shadow figure that was leaving without turning back. "Please," my voice wavered as I eyed the bleeding body that laid on the ground ay my feet. Swallowing the urge to vomit, I stepped over his body, reminding myself that the dead man was going to kill me if he wasn't dead. "Go home." The figure demanded in a low voice that echoed from the walls of the alley. I never believed in the stories about tall, dark-aura, scary men that roamed dark alleys like their home. The ones that wouldn't bat an eye at killing someone in order to get what they wanted. The ones who ran the most dangerous organizations, yet never got caught by the government security. I never believed that, it all seemed like a fantasy. That was, until it became my reality.

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