As long as I remember, I always wanted to be a hero. However, as I wasn't provided with the detailed list of hero type things I was supposed to do as one, I was forced to improvise. And improvise I did.

First it was my granddad's walking cane and my grandma's African violets. I was absolutely sure that, as a hero, I was supposed to slay certain… things, so I let the violets and other houseplants feel my wrath because they were, erm… evil. I was punished and told I was an idiot (Been there -Ed). It was then I decided I was an outcast hero, a grim character whose fate was worse than death (Like Walker: Texas Ranger. He's a badass.). However, I needed a proper weapon so I persuaded my granddad to buy me a sword. In order to make certain I wouldn't take it out on the violets, he bought me two. The other sword was supposed to be his - he would make me a sparring partner, which was an easy work. After all, I was only a kid, right?