Shrek's large, hulking body falls to the ground
I run over to his side
Shrek looks up at me
Tears falling from my face
Staining his tunic
Shrek struggles to speaks
"Don't worry laddie, my pain is ogre now."
Shrek puts his cold hand on my cheek
"There's a chest in the house, go find it."
I ask Shrek what is in the chest
He responds by saying "your destiny"
Shrek looks me in the eye
"Stay strong, my little onion, I will always be watching ogre you."
Shrek's hand falls to the ground, kicking up dust
I throw myself at Shrek's chest and weep for an hour
I finally gain the will to stand
I head to the house to find the chest Shrek spoke about
I search everywhere, but to no attainment did I find such a chest
I was almost ready to give up
When I noticed there was an peculiar placement of tree bark on the wall
I move the bark and find a hole
And what was contained in the hole
None other than a chest
The chest had a strange design
None of any kind I had seen
Could it be of a forgotten race
I open the chest, which to my amazement, was unlocked
I peer into the chest, curious of its contents
I see a stunning sword
I pick it up and examine it closely
I notice that this is not just any sword
It is the sword known as Nightstriker
It was forged in O'gre, the most sacred swamp known to the mortal mind
So holy that only the most pure of ogres are allowed to enter
The sword was used by the legendary Green Warrior
The hero of Far Far Away
The hero that protected all who could not protect themselves from evil
But why did Shrek have this
The Green Warrior is only a legend
There's no way that Shrek was The Green Warrior
I search through the rest of the chest
I find a distinct set of ogre armor
Strange, this also resembles the armor worn by The Green Warrior
I find a note
I open the note, carefully
The note reads as follows
"Dear Laddie
If you are reading this, it means that my past has caught up to me
You must go on to take my place and become the savior of this land
You must protect those who are unable to protect themselves
You must become what no man could dream of becoming
I stand, as I fight back tears
I turn to the door, Nightstriker in hand
I find a noble steed tied up in back
I take him and set out to finish what should have ended a long, long time ago
I turn back to the swamp I had come so accustomed to
Shrek is love, I whisper
Shrek is life