A/N:Hey guys! This is a story about Alfred getting the chance to be a hero and majorly screwing up. By that i mean the end of all life it would seem. Now he's in a sort of emotional state you could maybe call a state of shock. He's pretty much broken and doesn't know what to do an or say. He failed and many paid for it. I don't know. I'll let you read it and you can decide what to call his emotional and or mental state.
Failed Hero-
I believed I could help. That the world CAN be saved. I was wrong and i was too weak. So weak that I couldn't even save my own world from destruction. Chaos that was brought about by my hand. I was its guide to self destruction. Those I love are gone. Drowned by the fear in their hearts. Hung by the high expectations of society. Poisoned by love that could never live on. Burned away by the hatred in everyone's eyes. And now, now they are buried in a cemetery of forgotten memories.
All of this is because of me. I failed. I failed to cut the ropes. I failed to drain the water away. I failed to douse the fires and fill in the ditches in which they now all lay, sleeping for eternity, trapped in a place unknown. I failed to remember what life used to be. Instead I pushed forward for change in an already good life.
I wanted to be a Hero. I wanted to save a world that didn't need saving or just didn't want to be saved and then I destroyed it. Not intentionally. But now I sit here looking at nothing because there is nothing left. Nothing left to save just as there is nothing left to destroy.
Because I failed.
-Buddha Wolf
A/N:So what do you think! Please review! I'd really appreciate you thoughts on this!