True Heroes~ Short story.

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True Heroes~ Story by Daisyspeckle PS: if you are a person who doesn't like death, you shouldn't read this. Sad warning. When I was innocent and unknowing, as everyone was. My name was Cassie. I grew up gentle, and I loved the younger ones. As I aged, I began to fear. I was afraid of what would happen when I died. Does heaven exist? In this world, I didn't know. I heard of a place called Earth, where trees still existed, and there were creatures and water didn't have to be made scientifically and their world seemed like a myth. They also believed in multiple different ways of death. In our world, Clytopa, nobody ever taught us religion. We all knew of a place called the underworld, were we would go if we were bad, or the highergrounds, where we would go if we were kind. Obviously, people were still bad, but we all believed the same thing. I wanted to believe in rebirth, but that is banned. Any other religion. I kinda wish I had the freedom to choose. So one day I was in bed, thinking, "What if I start my own religion?" That could happen, right? probably people out there believe like me. I fell asleep shortly after. In my dreams, there was a man. He told me he would tell me my purpose in life, with one condition: It's two times harder. I knew that I would start my own religion! I knew I could. Eager to find out, I said yes... I wish I never said yes. The strange man told me, "You are the villain. You will grow up with pain. You decide you want no pain, so the cruel people will die. You get people beside you. That is your religion, the cruel people die at 18 if they don't change. However, the cost of this... if you fail being defeated, this world becomes an alternate universe." I was confused at first, so let me explain: As the villain of the story, the hero must win. Therefore, I must find a way to die by the hero, otherwise Clytopa becomes what we call an alternate universe. Alternate universes are dark, shady, with monsters, and the only light is the moon. The only way to get food is to kill the monsters or kill each other. When I woke up, I felt so terrified, hoping it was a bad dream. I spent a lot of time crying until I started to wail. My parents woke up, and I wasn't telling them anything. They thought I was going insane so they called 911. The doctors said it was just a bad dream, but the man came back and told me it was true. -- 30 years later. I am 41 years old. It is time. This is my time of death. It came true. I have a league of 1,000,000 people behind me. I never told them the truth. I never said I knew we would die. Because I pay them. I'm practically rich at this stage. They stood with me, and in full honesty, they are like my brothers and sisters. I love them so much. I know every single relationship with their children. Why? Because I have a photographic memory. What a gift to give to the villain. I know it's time. Time to face the villain. My death is in exactly 18 minutes and.....28 seconds. I'm writing a note to my parents, in the highergrounds. =Dear parents, I miss you. Sorry I can't join you. I know I'm going down. I can't stop it. It was what I was made for. I hope this note makes it high into the sky. I just want you to know it's not your fault. I love you. -Cassie.= I didn't write much, in case anybody found it. I put it in my pocket. I stepped out of my ship. There she was. Diana. She was the hero. The hero to stop me. Here comes her speech... "Cassie--" I interrupted her. More evil, right? "Only my people can call me Cassie. You have to call me Dark." She rolled her eyes. "Of course, Dark. What a fitting last name. You can't do this, everyone deserves a chance--" I cut her off. I didn't want to overdo it. "Look, skip the story, down to the fighting." I wanted to get it over with. I had... 7 minutes and 35 seconds. "Cassie, you don't have to do this. You can--" I cut her. If she didn't kill me soon, we'd be stuck in torture. "JUST KILL ME ALREADY, DIANA. JUST DO IT BEFORE I KILL YOU." 3 minutes, 4 seconds. "Fine, lets dance." We twisted and turned for about a few seconds, and then I let it go. I could see it. Her moves... if I wanted to, I could cut her legs off right now. That wasn't the case. So I stopped. 2 minutes. Went straight to the heart. Then I had one. A flashback. We were back in third grade. "Diana?" "Yes, Cassie?" "Can I tell you something?" "Sure, anything." "Diana... you are the hero." "What? I'm the what?" "In our stories... you are the hero. The one who will save the day. The one who will save the world. Remember that forever, okay? And when I die, can you tell me why you like me? Don't tell me now, I want to know so I can treasure your words forever." Diana was shocked. -- 1 minute, 58 seconds. "Diana... remember third grade? When I wanted you..." I coughed. She remembered. Her eyes widened, and a small tear went down her cheek. "I... I thought about for a while, and.. I wanted to say that I love you because you always cared too much.