Freeze frame this moment in your mind…

Ah, yes, this moment in time…

The moment where the world will begin its new course…


The precession had rumbled down the empty highway. People have gathered, in fear, to see the last few traces of the rebellion before the execution. In the background, a man praises the tyrant over an intercom, whether it was right or wrong. Yes, in this moment the whole world would soon begin to turn toward tomorrow.


Enter the hero…

Enter the villain…

Thus the final players are set to perform…


The procession halts as the masked hero of justice stands in silence. The people are surprised, as well as the prisoners, most definitely the prisoners are surprised. Time is taken to absorb the facts, no cheers came from anyone, and none knew what had been planned, except a few who understood the two.


The epic conclusion…

The last stand for each…

None say a word and watch…


The hero speeds down through the procession, dodging and weaving through the guards and up to the demon king. Each draws their weapon, but the villain is disarmed immediately. The hero is poised and ready to strike down the evil. The audience is awestruck and dumbfounded. But only the hero knows the reason behind the villain's smile.


The blow is struck…

The actors pause…

The world stood still at that moment…


The world watched as the hero strikes the demon through the lower chest; a sadistic blow to anyone, as if one who is about to die needs to be tortured before death embraces them.

To the world, it was equal to when a shining knight dispatches a black dragon.

To the prisoners, it was like seeing a demon striking a fellow demon.

To the masked hero, it was as if a mortal had just killed an angel.

And to the king, the goal was now in reach.


Dim is the air surrounding the stage…

Sadness and joy mix with difficult views…

Hungrily, the people wait…


Life is indeed fleeting just as it is uncertain. For the king, it was for a moment well thought out. The people won't know this fact, and the once cherished friends are doomed to be silent about it. His death is not vain, nor is it costly, at least not to him.

He has made an example of himself and willingly sought to rectify his family's sins. But the people won't know that. He died a martyr, as well as a savior, but the people won't know that.

In the end, his name is tarnished, his legacy obscured with treachery, and visage equaled to that of a natural born tyrant.

All that remained of him was upon the ground and the sword of the hero.


The world cheered for their hero…

The curtain falls shortly upon the tragic life so easily ripped…

Life, death, and rebirth stood hand in hand…

And thus the world turned once more…

Quite short, but I didn't expect myself to lengthen it. I intended to get my thoughts out, so it may seem rushed. Oh well, I may just keep this up for a while then take it down. We'll see what happens. Thanks for reading.