A life for a life.
That was the rule, no, law of life on the streets.
So when they killed his best friend, he killed them.
For that he was caged, put on show, despised and reviled.
He would have given a leg for people to forget him then.
Fights came one after another.
100. 200. 300. 1000. 3000.
He always emerged victorious.
Over time jeers had turned into cheers.
His strength won him respect, admiration.
Love.
His entire life had turned around, thanks to the King.
So when the King was threatened, he willingly gave up a leg.
Yet…
"NO!"
What cruel fate was this?
"NOOO!"
All those years ago, he would have given a leg for people to forget him.
"NOOO!"
Now, he would have given both for his beloved to just remember him in her final moments.
"NOOOO!"
What sort of farewell is this?!
"SCARLET! SCARLEEEEEET!"
He finally got his wish, and all it cost was a leg…
"NOOOO!"
A/N: So yeah, noticed the man didn't have his own tag yet. Shame on you people.