"In times of darkness they seek light,

  In times of hate they will fight,

  In times of war they all die,

  In times of despair I shall rise."

  -The Broken One, Son of None.

  The Hero pulled the sword out of the stone. Yet no light came shining out to welcome the Hero. All around laid the corpses of the knights and nobles.

  "So corrupt, and unworthy of saving."

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  The Broken One growled in its distorted voice. Its rotten hands gripped the holy sword and looked at the reflection on the blade. None stared back at the Broken One. A hole leading to the endless depths of the abyss.

  Its head turned to face the pristine castle up ahead. The palace was so well kept and majestic, in sharp contrast to the crumbling streets filled with the long decayed bodies of the people too poor to even have a grave. Not enough to live in life, and not enough to rest in death.

  "Not enough..."

  The Broken One muttered hoarsely.

  "Not enough..."

  It dragged the holy sword across the cobblestone road, further damaging the already broken floor. Broken just like itself.

  The Broken One will soon reach its destination, and also its destiny. To slay the King, the Tyrant, the Uncaring Ruler.

  "Soon..."

  Its voice slowly faded away as it left the corpse ridden streets.