Some Hero

Chapter 1

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Sparrow slammed his hand on the bar, his mug was refilled in seconds. Picking it up he killed it in one go, before letting out a belch like a gunshot. He wiped the excess beer from his mouth with the back of his hand. The hero looked around the darkened barroom, his vision started to swim as the alcohol began to kick in. he lurched away from the bar and bumped into someone.

"Watch it!" he said, pushing the person away, "I'm a hero", his words were slurred, his steps were clumsy as he headed for the door. It had been like this since he killed Lucian, Theresa presented him with three choice, bring back the people killed building the Spire, all the money he could want, or bring his family back, his sister Rose, his wife Alex, his little girl his little Johanna, and his dog his best friend in all of Albion.

"Some hero I was" he mumbled, "Couldn't even save my family". he remembered standing before that blind witch.

Flashback

"Choose wisely Sparrow" she said, "Your choice will effect all of Albion". he thought about it for several minutes before speaking.

"My family" he said, "Bring them back". he watched her smile fade away, replaced with anger.

"No" she replied, looking through him, "I will not", she crossed her arms.

"Why not?" he asked, confused, "It's my choice".

"Yes but you made the wrong one" Theresa replied, "Your being selfish, your vision is clouded with your greed". her words stung him, made him angry.

"Haven't I suffered enough for you?!" he exclaimed, "I've lost everything I loved, give them back now!". he drew his sword and charged, he swung it through the air, it passed through her body like it wasn't even there. He looked on in shock as she continued to speak.

"Look at yourself" she said, "Your turning into what Lucian was".

"Shut up! Stop talking!" he shouted and lunged forward again, this time she raised her hand and a bright light engulfed him, when it disappeared he was kneeling on the ground, crying into his hands as the others watched on.

"What happened?" Hammer asked, "What did you do?", the larger woman stepped forward and pointed a finger at Theresa.

"He became clouded with grief" she replied, "The same as Lucian", Garth nodded his head, feeling sorry for his friend, yet understanding why Theresa did what she did. Reaver scoffed and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Yes he's a sad sack" he said, "Now what do I get out of this?"

"Where would you like to go?" Theresa asked them.

"The north" Hammer replied, she cast a sorrowful look at sparrow before disappearing in a bright light.

"Samarkand" Garth said.

"Samarkand" Reaver said, quickly, Garth glared at him.

"There is nothing there for you Reaver" he said, the thief chuckled.

"Oh but there is" he replied, "I'll find it, I always do". they both disappeared in the light. Sparrow continued to cry, as Theresa looked on.

"Give them back" he mumbled into his hands, "Please give them back".

"I am sorry Sparrow" she replied, "I cannot, I've restored all the dead the spire created in it's building". he rose to his feet, his faced streaked with tears, he drew his sword and charged.

"Die!" he shouted, as he brought the sword down, he was engulfed in a bright light, when it parted he was back in Bowerstone. A funeral precession was going through the town, he watched as two coffins were being carried. An old man noticed him and grabbed his arm.

"Come, your wife and daughter are being buried" he said, "Hurry, come along". He was pulled along and was brought to the front. He stood at the gravesite as they were laid to rest. He felt the last shred of goodness go along with them.

Present

He was outside the bar when a voice shouted out to him.

"Oy, you spilled my beer you bum!" the voice said, "Now I'm gonna shove my foot up your ass!", he turned to see the speaker was a man over 6'7 with a beer belly, his hair was balding, his brow was sloping over his eyes. Before he could react the large man punched him in the jaw, knocking his teeth loose. He hit the pavement with a thump.

"So much for you" the man said, Sparrow felt him rummage around in his pockets and take his money purse, then his sword, and finally his rifle.

"Pleasure doing business" he said before spitting on the fallen hero. Sparrow climbed slowly to his feet and lurched home. His face hurting, his weapons and money gone, stolen by a man the old Sparrow would beat with the flick of his wrist. Now he was reduced to a lowly drunk, spending day after day in some tavern, drunk off his ass. Crying over his losses like a little baby. All he did and this was his reward.

Some hero.

End chapter 1

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