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A Little Drabble: The Hero Returns

It had been almost six weeks since he had left to meet their enemy. The team he chose consisted of the strongest and bravest of the village, and though the weakened elders had counseled that it would be suicide, he had cared not. The village would no longer cower.

Battles were hard fought, and the others perished, but he had prevailed and met the enemy at their very own fortress. He delivered the message as planned and set off home.

The smell of death awaited him.

His people were gone.

Now he could stay up as late as he wanted.

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