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Hero is just a Title

Chosha_Jay
Superpowers appeared suddenly plunging the world into chaos. Wars broke out, countries were destroyed, and the powers spread like a plague. 100 years later powers became the norm, countries all collapsed, and The Watch rose up to protect the world. Life was black and white. The heroes fought the villains and saved the day, the villains did bad things and were defeated. That’s how most children saw it. Peter Het never should have seen it that way, but he did - until his image of the world burnt in front of his eyes. Levi Winter always saw it that way - until the world gave him reason to. Both wanted to try and make a difference using the powers they'd been born with. One had planned to help the world by being the perfect hero, the other by killing the people he saw as responsible for the problems that polluted the world. Neither found themselves doing what they’d imagined. The one seeking to be a hero became a criminal, the one seeking vengeance became an icon of heroes. Their paths in life diverged like streams rushing down a mountain and are then brought back together to cascade over the edge into a new unknown. Both are seeking peace in the unceasing hurricane of life and the violence they can’t escape, and they’ve come to realize that ‘hero’ is nothing more than a title. Author's note: I'll be also posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
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“Compassion. What is compassion? Is it strength, or weakness. Is it mercy, or a half a measure? Is it a sign of naivety or experience? Or perhaps, it is one of those things that tread the line of ruin and preservation, it’s true meaning known only to gods. I wonder, what do you think of compassion?” “Compassion? For me, it is like a sword. One which you wield from the blade, not the grip.” ……………. Reshi’s life was not a happy one. His childhood was one of poverty, and a family barely keeping it together. It wasn’t a particularly fun childhood, so he decided to end it early. How? Well, he joined the army, where he was turned from child to weapon, expertly wielded by the republic. There he had met many great people, and he had seen them die also. A terrible life really. One that he wasn’t too sad to say goodbye to. After speaking to an extremely convincing deity, he decided to cash in his death for a new life, a glorious one from one of his favourites new novels. The life of a spoiled, and more importantly, rich young noble. Which he had been given….for all of thirty minutes. He had been placed in the body of a hated antagonist, one that only existed in a flashback backstory. His fate was destine to be pathetic, his end pathetic, loved and remembered by no one. But Reshi had already gone through that once. So this time he was determined to change things. To do something about his shitty fate, so that for the first time in two lives, he could carve out a little corner of peace for himself in the world, and maybe even find some happiness to go along with it. [[[[[This is a rewrite of my first novel, that I barely even began, so I’m still quite a new writer, open to any feedback.]]]]]]
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