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Prologue
It was growing stronger. And he knows it. Feels it. Why did he have to be the one cursed with this power? It doesn't matter, not now, at least. It was growing and he had to stop it or at least, slow it down. Keep it busy long enough until they are ready. But how? He had to think of something and fast. Time was running out quickly and if he allows himself a mistake, it will be disastrous. Everyone will suffer, not only his people, but the whole world should he fail.
No. He managed once and on his own, he will do so again, alone if he has to. And in order to protect his people, no path shall be a sacrifice. Because that is who he is. Who he was meant to be. They might have chased him away, but he still loves his people and willing to do whatever stands in his might to protect them.
Afterall... he is still their Hero, whether they'll admit it or not. And heroes will always fight for what is right. Even if they will hate him in the end to the point of wanting him dead.
He looks up, to where the darkness is growing and with a last breath of freedom, he lightly kicks his only friend and companion into their possible doom.