A4. My Hero

Happily Never After... Prose 4

There was a loud bang and the Tower came crashing down. It was an alien invasion and everyone was running helter-skelter. I was one of them, I ran towards a complex where many others were taking shelter. Suddenly there was a whoosh and I was hanging from the sky; one of the aliens on his hoverboard had caught me. I looked at him terrified while he looked at me laughing maliciously. That’s it I thought.

He left me after reaching a certain height. I was falling from the sky. There was no hope. Suddenly another whoosh and I was being carried by someone. I looked at his face�"my Hero; The Chevalier. He kept me down and went up in the air to fight off the invaders. I watched him with delight. He was the one. No other Heros ever have an impact on me. Only him. My Hero.

I woke up with a start. I saw around me the swarm of my classmates laughing at me as an angry teacher stood in front of me. “Out!” She yelled. I didn’t push it. I had no interest in being in there anyway. All thought I was a weirdo. But I knew what I was talking about. I had done years-long research and found a way to summon him; summon my hero. 

At midnight, I sat in my room and removed the ancient texts I found in the library section rarely anyone went about. I read out the texts in the moonlight which entered my room through my window. ‘*Unleash the Chevalier.*’ I said in an ancient language that I learned during these years. There was a blinding light and a deafening sound and there he stood. My Hero; The Chevalier.

The golden armor and whip. A six-feet tall Demi-God. He was everything I had read about. He looked around and then asked me in the same ancient language, *”Were you the one who summoned me?” “I am, I have heard a lot about you.”* I responded and started explaining to him how I researched about him and about the time and place he is in at the moment. He heard me very carefully and let out a burst of malicious laughter. I looked at him confused. I had never imagined him laughing in such an evil manner. He held me by my throat and picked me off the ground.

*”You foolish child. You have no idea who I am. **I** did not save anybody’s life, just took them. The ancient texts were misled; misled by my loyal slaves. I wasn’t a savior, but a destroyer.”*

I looked at him in pure shock as he dropped me to the ground looking at me with the hunger to destroy this world too. I couldn’t let this happen. I ran towards the kitchen. The only way to send him back was to burn the texts. It held its soul. I threw the book to the floor and poured some kerosene on it. I lit the match and ignited the texts. He tried to stop me but was too late. He burned to death as the book. No traces of both of them. Not even ashes.

I sat there staring at the ground traumatized by the thought of what I has almost unleashed. The only thought that bothered me more than that was the fact that My Hero was nothing like I thought he would be. A mere character that never existed. *My Hero never existed.*