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The eight were frozen. They had been trained to be strong, to protect the weak but a fear arose and gripped their hearts. For the bandit was a man, a person, if they were to harm him their lives would be lost in a fate worse than simple death. A single man stepped forward, the man who had lead his brothers so far. He stood determined and proclaimed, 'We are the monks of the monastery and will no longer tolerate your actions'. As if a wave had come over them the remaining seven came to life. The bandits stood no chance against them and the girl and her family were saved. But just as the eight men thought it was resolved a shadow passed over them and from each one a dark mist formed. The mist collected into a solid form of the one they feared, but his eyes were calm and a smile on his lips. They could not tell if it was real or an illusion but the figure began to laugh, he laughed harder than the eight men thought possible. Finally he stopped and looked at the eight men, "Five years, for five years you didn't steal, cheat or harm. There was never a curse put on you. I just did it as a joke. In fact, this me was only set to come out and give you another scare. To think it took five years." The figure laughed once more and the eight men could only stare at him in astonishment. "What? Do you hate me? Do you want revenge? Are you going back to your old ways? Because honestly I'm not really watching you. This is all just a spell." The eight men knew the answer to his questions and all as one they bowed to him, "Thank you." The simple words surprised the figure as he laughed again, "The real me would have loved to meet you now, but I wonder if I'm even still alive? Ah well, enjoy yourselves and goodbye." With a flash of light the figure disappeared and the eight men were finally freed of their worries, but it was because of those worries that the eight had changed. Thus the eight men could only think of him fondly as they continued to travel the land and later the world, spreading the words of peace and inner strength.

Is it okay to be a Hero as well as the Demon Lord?

Fantasy · HMPDharma