Dear Hero...

Before reading: i recommend you copy this short story to a word document and change it to "Lucida Handwriting", also listen to this song while you read, it makes all the difference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIv1aSZ9DFk

I wait calmly as I write this final words before the moment my life comes to an end, the moment when you enter through that door and glare at me with contempt, as I once did to the one before me, the moment you challenge me to battle, as I once did to the one before me, the moment you slay, as I once did to the one before me, and you take my place in the throne, as I once did to the one before me…

I used to be like you, a young and naive hero, but the years have taught me, that not everything is what it looks like… after the throne was forced on me, I tried my best to be the just and merciful ruler I was expected to be, but my naivety was swiftly punished, my "comrades" stabbed me in the back, the criminals whose lives I forgave wrecked havoc in the kingdom, the neighboring lands responded to my "no war" policy, with the pillaging and raping of my towns, my wife, whose love she swore to be everlasting, abandoned me the very moment the odds turned against me. and It was then that I realized, we are alone in this in this wrenched world, there is no one you can truly trust, and if you do, can you really be sure they are who they claim to be, that what you see is what they truly are?...

I realized that to unify my people and keep peace and order in this world of strife, it had to be through fear, it was the only way, I wonder if the ones before me arrived to the same conclusion? …

But now, as you fight our way through my castle, with the whole kingdom supporting you, with fate on your side, and a with "just" cause to guide your sword, I wonder, did I make the right choice? Should I have tried harder? Was there another way besides fear? Perhaps you will be able to do a better job than me, but I can only hope, it is not my destiny to see it happen...

I hear your steps coming from ahead, and alongside you my death is drawing near, I will raise my sword to you without saying a word, I must die at your hands,  but at the very least I will leave this to you, in hopes that one day, you or the ones after you will be able to break this curse that dooms our lives from the moment of our births, this curse known as "fate"…

                                                                                                               -The one before

Author notes: Well, I know it's not very good, but I found the idea worthy of at least a short story, I altered the original version to make it tie with the second part, but since it changed its meaning, I couldn't bring myself to edit the original.