The End
A young man stands alone on the roof in the rain. Silhouetted against the foggy moon. Destruction surrounds him.
Mountains have tumbled into the dust, houses burnt to oblivion. No one is left, the world has ended, and its all his fault. What was once a mighty figure of hope and change is now a figure of mercilessness and futility.
Nothing shall ever be as it once was. What happened to that young smiling boy that no force could ever crave to bring down? It has appeared that the very forces of nature themselves had transpired together to end world, end time, end everything.
The sword held in his right hand slowly slips out of his grasp and plummets to the stripped and bleeding earth. As he listlessly falls to his knees he hears a voice coming from deep within his memory. The voice of a honorable man he once knew.
"...Believe in yourself and nothing will ever stand in your way..."
The pain is everywhere. From the scars on his skin to the pits of his soul. The voice is gone now and it shall never return. Nothing shall ever return. The world is now a garish hell blossomed from the hate he chose to defeat, but couldn't.
The hate was far to great and the hope was quickly doused by the hands of fear and desperation. Every emotion except for loss has been drained from his soul. Every fiber of his being screams regret. And there is nothing left to do.
No way to repair mistakes made. To do that you would have to reverse time to before it started. Time travel was impossible, it could not be done. The very Gods themselves could not do that.
Stillness is all about him now. One last thought runs through his mind before he falls with his sword...
"...I failed..."
There is silence for the fallen hero as the sun rises once again. Staining the sky.
Wow and I was in a good mood when I wrote this o.O
So who do you think it is?