He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a thick wall of brick. It didn't take long for him to turn around and notice the strange new world he had woken up in.

He was a legend, a faceless hero born from the prayers of those who suffered. For hundreds of years he had answered the call. Each time a different man taking on the mantle and recording their experiences unto him. That was who he was, not a person, but rather an amalgamation of those that created him. Those who would fight against injustice and fight the weak.

Yet when he awoke, he found himself human.

Not a hero of legend. Just a person. A person made from the memories and experiences of countless others before him.

He wasn't supposed to exist, not like this. Not this in this strange world of concrete jungles and metal rectangles that towered high into heavens.

The Throne would've given knowledge about all this and yet he had nothing to draw upon. No Master, no power, not even a weapon for him to use. Just this fragile body that quickly became sore from lying against the hard floor of concrete.

Left with little choice, he simply stood up and walked with purpose. Even powerless as he was, with none of his tools of centuries past, he could still fulfill his duty.

To help those in need.

It didn't take the man long to adapt to this world. The experiences of the men that made him never went away. It was especially true when living in isolation was something that they all shared.

There were some changes though. The world was much more technologically advanced than any of his previous incarnations had witnessed. There was no magic, or at least it wasn't apparently visible to the masses. Even if it did exist, he likely wouldn't notice, now powerless as he was.

Still this world was nice in its own ways. It didn't necessitate him having to resort to his less than savory methods if he wanted to help people.

A blessing really. For a man who just wanted to aid those in need, to no longer having to hide in the shadows. To stand in the light of day as he gathered the donated food and distributed it among the poor. Only rarely did he have to skulk in the night, mostly to stop those from doing the very things that his legend was known for.

The man smiled as the employees of the shelter and its many patrons thanked him.

It wasn't an easy life, with the little salary he received from his work making up his living expenses, but he was content.

He was content with continuing as such for as long as he existed in this world.

Purple.

Striking purple eyes and a truly impish smile. Full of ambition with a drive to achieve it. A young girl, hardly fresh out of adolescence, yet clearly not to be underestimated.

The man didn't know what he had done to interest her, but apparently he had caught her sights.

He never did like the attention, preferring instead to be unseen in the woods. In this situation he simply did what he did best.

Hide.

He did so among the masses, within the concrete jungle, and with the many other volunteers that chose to work at the shelter.

It didn't work.

Someway, somehow, he would find himself staring into that same purple again. Even if it was just once in a week, even if just for a brief period. Each time that smile would grow larger as she become aware of the game they played.

The man couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it either. The thrill of being hunted, of the experience of over fifty men being bested by a quick-thinking woman.

And so, they continued to play their games for weeks, then months. Soon those months would become an entire year.

"You're weird," the girl commented one day as she joined him with his deliveries to the homeless of the area.

"How so?" the man could not help but ask.

"It's not an act," she replied. "You aren't trying to impress anyone. You really do like helping others."

"That's right." The man didn't even try to deny it. To do so would be him denying all those that had created him. To deny that would leave him with nothing.

"It makes me mad," the girl looked at him annoyed.

"Why?"

"Because you could stand to be a bit more selfish."

"Helping others makes me happy."

She didn't believe him. That was clear as they walked in silence for the rest of his route. She still stayed with him though. Even when she tired, even when it was clear that her feet pained her, she stayed.

When he finally finished, he helped her to nearby bench so that they could watch the sunset in peace. It was there that he would finally admit the truth that he kept within himself.

"It's the only reason I'm here."

The girl looked at him thoughtfully, before turning back to the sunset.

"Maybe you should look for another reason then."

The girl grew to be a beautiful young woman.

No. She was always beautiful. It was just that now it was difficult to ignore. And wow… was she difficult to ignore.

Always forging to create her own path. Putting on an act to deceive others in her way and only ever revealing her true self around her loved ones… and him.

Then one day she had moved away from her parents to a new apartment in order to pursue a higher education. Then after seeing his place, which she affectionately called a dirty hovel, she forced him to come here. Normally he would've refused, content with his tiny living space, but she ended up complaining about how dangerous it was for a young woman to live by herself.

Sadly chivalry was another one of the things that they all shared.

That was how he had become her roommate.

"Why?" he asked her one day on their couch.

"Why what?" the woman turned and asked, ignoring the movie that they had been watching.

"Why me? Why do you care about me?"

The woman went mad, enraged by his question. He tried to do his best to calm her tantrum but found that he only made things worse.

That was another thing all the men that made him shared. They never did learn how to quite deal with the opposite gender.

He still did his best though. To try and resolve the tension between them.

Or at least he tried until she grabbed him be the face and put her lips against his.

It was at that moment that he finally received his answer.

It was months after their first kiss, the first night they ever spent in the same bed, that he finally told her of his past.

Everything.

Of all the men that he the legend once was. Of their histories and deaths. Of how he was suddenly summoned to this world as he was now.

It sounded like insanity, to have it all spoken from his lips. Even he had doubted himself in the middle of his own explanation.

And then when he finished, she kissed him again.

When any other would think of him as mad and doubt him, she believed him. Every single word. She never doubted, not for a single moment.

It was at that moment that the feeling in his chest wasn't from the many that had created him. No. This was his own.

It was then that he finally knew.

That he wanted to stare into those eyes for the rest of his life.

Despite all their planning pretty much everything that could go wrong at their wedding went wrong. What was supposed to be simple affair turned into a hectic march of dealing with one situation after another. It wasn't helped at all by his fiancé's… eccentric family and friends.

What he had once found entertaining in small doses, quickly became an issue once you threw them all together.

Seriously if he had to listen to another lecture about how a person should cook their eggs…

Their wedding up being an ordeal that aught to be recorded in legends. Something that all the previous hims would've been impressed by if they had lived to see it.

It was also the happiest day of his life.

At the altar they exchanged their vows. At the altar he took on her family name.

It was at that moment that he was finally complete.

A full name a true identity.

For he was not an amalgamation of those before him.

He was his own person.

And he would spend the rest of his life with the woman that he loved.