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"Long ago, far before this place became what it is, there were this two men, far before you were born: A righteous hero, whose light illuminated the city full of darkness, and a mischievous villain, whose evil and darkness threatened the light of the city. They hated eachother and would have epic battles that would shake the skies, and in the wrecked world of heroes and villains, where right and wrong fought to prevail, their main focuses were to destroy eachother. That was what the whole point of their motives, and they both believed that they could not live in a world in which the other existed. I of they had to, they'd fight for all eternity."

- Wow! They sound so cool!- A tiny voice interrupted as it sat up in his bed instead of falling asleep. A little ginger boy named Kevin.

-They are!- The storyteller responded, a jovile man named Agnor- But that´s not where the story is heading.

-Huh? What do you mean?- He said confused.

-Listen: "Then one day, they were cursed, and became inmortal. "

-What!? How!? - The kid exclaimed.

-I dunno. Magic I guess. - The man knew, he definetely did; yet, that was a story for another time.

-That´s dumb, magic doesn't´t exist.- The seven year old grumbled.

-Well, maybe it doesn´t, but since there´s no other explination, let me keep telling.- The man said, always a trickster.

-Ok daddy! - The kid replied as he abruptly accomodated himself in the warm bed.

"At first, none of them knew, and it was nice, because the fights would last longer and they wouldn´t need to worry about fatal injuries. They were praised and respected even more, and certainly didn´t seem a secon older, unlike their friends that had grown gray hair, Hehe!"

-That seems fun!- The little kid said.

-It was, indeed... - The man smiled, yet there was something wrong.

-You look sad... Is there a but? There´s always a but.- The child pouted, before the father gave up and sighed.

"But... The years passed. Soon enough, the henchmen and assistants got older and retired, and their so called allies started to suspect. The Villain was betrayed in the search of this inmortality by his aquintances, and the ones that stood by his side, the ones that showed him that there was still good in the world he had wanted to destroy, died from either the battles or eldery."

-No!- The kid gasped.

-Yes! "Yet, he remained the same. He could have just let them try to steal his inmortality, and avoid the chaos. Yet, he couldn´t let them hurt him. He´d never let them rip him apart, just as the others had done so many years ago. He was convinced it must have been The Hero´s fault, a sick form of revenge to get to him. "

-Poor Villain... I hope he´s okay...- the little ginger pouted.

-He´s okay now, don´t worry.- Agnor reasured.

-Yay!- he cheered- What happened to the hero?

The man tensed, yet, he did not hesitate to tell the story of the other protagonist. -"The Hero, on the other side, became a weapon for "the greater good"; a tool of the goverment to get rid of their loose ends. He saw the worst side of the coin, and his hands were soaked on the blood of the innocent. The light, rightfullness, and everything that made him the hope of humanity soon dissapeared, and nothing but hatred and pain habitated his heart. He could have said no, he could have broke free. Still, his mind would never be free of what he´d done, of what he was. He had been broken to a whole new extent, and the goverment knew that well."

-Why would they do that!? He was good, they didn´t have to hurt him!- He complained, his thought on the world almost bringing to tears the adult.

-Bad people always hurt others, no matter how good one is.- He limited himself to say.

-That´s not fair.

-I never said it was.

"But, as it was said, he grew with hatred in his heart, and instead of directing it to the real culprit, he blamed someone else: This must have been The Villain´s fault, a sick form of revenge to get to him, was what he thought.

-Just like the mister Villain!

- Well, all geniuses think the same way.

-That´s not true!- The kid pointed out.

-Shush, my child, and let me finish.- He interrupted him, feeling the heavy argument that was bound to come if he let Kevin have a word.

-Okay!

"One day, they met again: The Villain was single-carrying a revolution against the goverment and hero agencies, and The Hero had been sent to kill him. The moment they locked eyes in the other, it became clear tat something terrible had been unleashed, like a ticking bomb that was about to explode."

I don´t think I like this story. - The child mumbled though the sheets.

Neither me.- He whispered.

"Their battle wrecked the skies, and the city faced the wrath of the eternal beings, who fought viciously until there was nothing left. Nothing left to love; nothing left to hate, nor fear. Nothing left to fight for. They no longer had a purpose, nor strings to be attached to. They could have charged once again and finish everything; Yet, they just stood there, and sat together as the sun rised. Both the stubborn Hero and the headstrong Villain were too tired to keep fighting, and no longer cared about who´s fault it was. "

"They had decided, for once in their lives, to give up, and accept their differences. Maybe a world in which the other exised wasn´t that bad after all, specially if they´re the only person that you can share your time with."

The kid didn´t interrupt this time, too focused in the words of his father.

"The years passed, and the two man dissapeared. The devastated city was built again, corrupted goverments and hero agencies came to life again, aswell as new heroes and vilains."

"Still, the leyend of the raging villain and the Hero turned evil that almost destroyed everything *COUGH* courtsy of the goverment *COUGH* was still heard in the halls of the museums, in the rumours of bandits and in the beds of children that were told such stories."

-Where did they go?- The little kid say quietly, just in case they were heard.

-Nobody knows. Some say they hid beneath the earth, where the scavengers are looking for them, to steal their enormous power. Others say they sealed in a boat towards the sea, to never be seen again. But I personally belive that they never truly left: That they found a nice house, not too far away from their hometown, where they decided to have a farm, with horses and chickens, maybe a cow or two-

-Like Betsy and Bianca!

-Just like them! And, in this new home, away from their troubled lives, they became friends. With the pass of the years, that fondness for the other grew, and maybe, just maybe, they actually fell in love.

-Puaj! - The child exclaimed.- That sounds like you and Dad! Gross.

-Oh, just you wait, you little twerp!- Agnor joked. - But, as I was saying, they fell in love-Quit that face!- and got married, after hundreds of years of hatred and wrath towards the other. - He looked at the little kid with tenderness. - And, when they thought everything was perfect, they met the most beautiful miracle to ever exist in their lives: A little kid, with a heart of gold, and the worst troublemaker in the entire countryside. They welcomed him in their little world, and without a doubt, he became all the source of happiness in the eternals´ world. My little Kevin.

He hugged Kevin tightly, with all the love a parent can give to their little sun, that had warmed up the coldness in their heart, even when he didn't deserve it. He didn´t mean to let the tears fall, but how could one blame him?

-Why are you crying daddy?- he asked when the man couldn´t held the snifs.

-Because I have to let you go.

And as the illusion faded, he let go of Kevin, only to be faced with the cold stone in which was carved the date of his son´s death. Another poor soul that had been murdered because of him. Another victim to the walking curse his immortality had provoked, one that no matter where they´d go, it would chase them to the end of the world. His husband was right beside him, long ago he had fallen asleep mouring for his little moon, the one thing that had finally brought him peace. The Hero, Agnor, carefully caressed Phirro - the villain-´s dark hair, before waking him up.

They didn´t say anything. They didnt´have to; They had spent so much time being together that they could almost read eachother´s thoughts. And as they stood in front of the ashes of what had once been their home, only a single one crossed their mind:

THOSE MONSTERS WERE GOING TO PAY.

Welp, Time to put my persona here

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Aye, wouldn't ya like some art challenge?

I was drawing the other day and I came up doing this:

Draw your OC with both your left and right hand, and compare them. (I don't know if someone else did it already, but if that's the case, credits to them!)

Here's my result👇

I used my Oc Gregor for this one. He's pretty much the main character in my story.

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