The Battle Begins
There he stood, daylight fading behind him and the moon rising behind the line of his enemies. All the power of the universe was vested in him and each of the villains in front of him wanted a chance to take that power away. As they approached he thought of the truth in what his father taught him long ago. The old man had taken him aside one morning, put his arm around the then young hero, and warned him that regardless of the life he lived and the friends he made, when the moment of his greatest trial came, the hero would stand alone. Years of fighting alongside the others had made him forget that advice, but here he was in the fight of his life and not a soul reached out to help.
“So be it,” he whispered. He’d fought alone before and if he was destined to die this day, then he would take as many of the enemy with him as possible. The trumpet sounded and the fight began. Blood, bone, and pain were the order of the day. He served up as much of that as he could.
