Have you ever doubted yourself?

Doubted your own judgement?

Have you ever been so sure of doing the right thing that you failed to seek for more ways to find additional information, to find out everything there is to know?

I did.

Heaven help me, I did.

Maybe I should start by telling the whole story.

Once, there was an intelligent, powerful man, trusted by many, who only sought to help. He was pulled into many a fight defending the innocent and always prevailed. Though there were those who criticised his methods, who thought him violent simply for defending others with the force of arms, he believed in his gods, in his king, in the church and in himself.

So when he was once again called to fight an infestation of half animals attacking a small, newly settled village of course he went to do what was right. He defeated the animals. He protected the village. He rode into the forest and drove the animals out of their caves and massacred them.

And when he looked around there were all those half starved half animals and sighed at the waste. Why didn't they just leave his people alone?

And he rode back to be greeted by the settlers who thanked him in tears, there was much dancing and drinking and in a drunk haze one of the village elders patted his back with a broad smile and words that wouldn't ever leave him from that moment.

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"Those animals have been a problem ever since we drove them out of the valley! These peach trees i got when I took my home will make all of us rich in a couple years. So make sure to come back, you won't regret it!"

A jovial tone. A bright smile. Laughter.

He had murdered those whose homes had been stolen, who needed nothing but the food they themselves had stored for winter to survive. He had butchered them for the crime of being the losers, the children and old and those who fled to hide, in a war they had never seen coming. He had killed them all.

Words became spears that pierced him for they were right.

Thus the Great Knight of Saint Lucia disappeared, riding out to clear his name and his consciousness by doing what a truly holy knight would do.

He rode out to slay a dragon, they said.

But he didn't.

He rode out because he could no longer do what he had always done defending his people and his church. Thus he left to do the only thing he could still think of, the only thing that couldn't be wrong. He went to conquer dungeons and kill dragons, for what could be more evil than those? There was no way he could do wrong defeating true evil.