"Hah! And what can you possibly do? We have already defeated the Destined Hero!"
"Not Destined, but gonna be a Hero anyway!" -- RecklessPrudence
The thief arrived in the Evil Sorcerer's tower two minutes too late. Just in time to watch the Hero Foretold breathe his last. Just in time to hear the Evil Sorcerer laugh malevolently at the sight of the unforetold corpse. There were no tears. There was no sorrow. Just a quickly-rising rage.
"The hero foretold to bring my end is dead," said the Evil Sorcerer. "There is no more hope for this world. No more destiny. No more fate beyond that which I bring. What can you do, little thief?"
Rage almost blinded her, but she did see the blade that was meant to strike down evil. Abandoned on the floor where her beloved hero had fallen. "What can I do?" she echoed. "What can't I do? You see... all through our adventures, he was the only person who could stop me."
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