"Long ago, in an empire long gone, a horde of monsters were attacking the empire. These monsters burned houses and tore children. They slaughtered every man, woman, child and animal. They were horrifying, it seemed as though humanity was at its last breath.

Then rose a hero. Some say he was Oreh, Oreu, Oreuh, his true name is lost in past. He wielded a sword and a brave heart. He saved people that needed saving, but he wasn't afraid to cut the rotting arm either. He once destroyed an entire town full of evil people. He wasn't afraid to do the right thing.

He also acquired a special skill in his many adventures. Some say its his mind, as he led the army to victory. Some say he got his sword, a sword that spilled the blood of thousands of monsters. Many guess, no one knows.

With the power of the hero, they were getting close to victory. But its not the metal monsters they should've been worrying about. The true monster was someone hiding in shadow, honing his skills, waiting for the Hero.

He wasnt a monster in appearance. He was human in flesh, but there was no humanity in him. He was a being of darkness. He killed without hesitation, he exterminated an entire race. The Hero barely won against him‌, but their battle was so bloody and traumatizing, the Hero dropped the mantle. And he left on a new adventure, never to be seen again"

Maticra sighed, signaling the end of the story.

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"So when will the hero return?" Asked Tenumre

"Oh dear, it's just a story. There's no hero. But if there is, I'm sure it will be you." Said the mother

"yes, I'm going to shine light on every corner so there will be no shadow for darkness to hide in!" Said Tenumre

"Before you do that, how about you make every corner of this house shine? The brooms in the closet"

Tenumre walked grudgingly. He knew she didn't believe him. He knew she was being condescending. But he will show her. He will become the hero, and show everyone he isn't being delusional. The metal monsters won't attack for no reason.

First, he has to become the Hero. He will lure evil out of darkness, and then shine the light of good on him.

By the way, he's 7 years old.

He broomed the house, he mopped it too. He washed the dishes he completed all his chores and went to sleep. The next day he woke up, got into his clothes and ate his breakfast.

"I'm going ma"

"goodbye my little Oreu"

Tenumre jogged to his class. He sat on the stone floor until the teacher came. He slept. After waking up, he realized it's already his lunch break. He got up and ran to the store. But on the way he bumped into 2 boys.

"Oh good morning! Had a good sleep? Ha, what a moron. Hey Bonul, this is the guy who slept through half the school term" the boy slapped him on the back of his head, leaving a stingy feeling. "Sweet dreams!"

Tenumre would like to smash their head on the cobble streets. Feed them to dogs or just punch them till they die. But he can't, that would ruin his chance of becoming the Hero. He couldn't risk it just for a couple seconds of pleasure. He just needed to endure this for a couple more years. Then he would become the Hero, and everyone would love him. He had to control himself, for just a little while longer.