For centuries there have been stories of heroes and villains, of worlds that need saving and those who were destined to save them. Stories of men and women destined for great things and the lives they lived. Take the tales from mythology as an example. Loki, the trickster god from Norse mythology. Turned himself into a mare and ended up getting pregnant before giving birth to an eight legged horse named Sleipnir. Odin, the All Father, whose two crows, Huginn and Muninn (thought and mind), watched for him over Midgard, telling him of what is happening. Thor, god of thunder, who has two goats, Tanngnoist and Tanngrisnir, pull a chariot for him through the sky. Týr, a god of war, who had his hand bitten off by the wolf Fenrir. Tales of gods and the great deeds they have done are plentiful, the stories almost numberless. One is told, many more are left unmentioned. Then there are tales of ordinary men becoming great, men who have grown to be feared and hated, men such as Hitler, Josef Mengele, Emperor Caligula, Attila the Hun, men who have become famous through terrible, frightening deeds, men who are only remembered so that we learn from their mistakes, their actions, they come as a warning, among other things. The men who faced them should be the ones remembered, lives lost honoured. And yet, throughout all these tales of bravery, loss, love, unrivalled heroics, there is one thing that is never mentioned, one thing that is never completely told. Those heroes always told of, they weren't running into battle due to bravery.
It was because they were too stupid to run away.