Excerpt: Grandpa"Heroes never live long", my grandpa always used to say, "When you offer your heart to the masses, it gets consumed very quickly. There isn't much to show in the end ... not much of the hero, anyway." He always used to look so somber when he said it, like he had suffered a terribly deep loss once, under the name a hero.I always wanted to ask him what happened, but I never could. You can see in a person's eyes which questions would topple them over the edge, into utter despair.
Through the AshIf you look closely, through the darkened ash, you could see the silhouette of beasts with wings on their backs. The battle had left the air thick with dust and death, making it almost impossible to see anything. Strange ... how the faint glimpse of the winged creatures terrified me more than the sound of the person choking on their last breath next to me.