That night I stood on the hill wearing my hero’s costume. For some reason it felt right, it felt like it was who I was. I was a hero. I had fought against evil and I had triumphed. I had saved the lives of eight knights, as well as prevented the king from further conspiring with the thieves of Tarlea.



Of course, another reason to wear the costume was so that I could be identified. There was a person who I wanted to find me.

“Horizon.”

I turned and faced the Mist Walker. My pride was stretched across my face in the form of a smile.

“What have you done?”

“I defeated Rypan and removed the king from his throne,” I said with a sense of pride.