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Every morning your reflection pains you, reminds you of what you desperately wish you didn't look like. Something to sour the mood at the start of each day. Shaving helps only a little. Makeup helps a little more. But the mirror haunts you.
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As you get ready to leave, you spot her again out of the corner of your eye. She's sitting in the kitchen.
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A powerful angel. A beacon of light. He whose blade shatters the night. Hero of a myriad battles. The most loyal of all His soldiers.
So many things they called me. Even after my defeat, for some reason, they believed in me.
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My date was such a relentlessly spooky bitch, but I was enjoying myself enough to accept an invitation to her place.
She was, after all, hot as hell, and while I couldn't place her accent right away, I found it somehow irresistible.
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The goddess watches while her chosen hero arrives at the culmination of his journey. He's so close now. All he needs to do is raise the amulet and speak the invocation, and the goddess's great enemy will at last be vanquished.
And yet, he collapses instead. He fails.
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I accidentally summoned the ghost of a dead empress who lives in my head and makes me dress slutty, and I think I like it?!
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There is always a Dark Monarch. There is always a Princess in Gold. There is always a Hero and always a conflict between light and shadow.
In defeat, in victory, in death—whatever the outcome—the cycle begins again with the coming of a new age.
But this cycle is different.