“I didn’t think about that…”

“You don’t think about anything.”

Around them are the ashes of what once was their home. The villain, and the so called “hero”. They stand together and alone, alone with the ashes and soot of this once great kingdom.

Once upon a time, there was a hero. A bright young boy, bound to save the world. The days turned to weeks, turned to months, turned to years, and that young hero is now the one thing standing between the villain and the world. The hero has to fight back a cough as he inhales the smoke infested air. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster to say, “sorry for what? Did you ever stop to think about that?” The villain yells and berates the hero, this was his fault and they both know it.