1. The Fallen Hero
Finally the great day dawned. Everyone had been awaiting the fabled day upon which their imprisoned hero would either rise and save them or be crushed and leave them in the hands of Taurus their monstrous ruler. After the hero had been defeated in the last battle with his followers dispersed many lost hope and when Lord Taurus seized the realm most had given up. The civilians had despairingly succumbed to Lord Taurus and slaved away for him day and night under his new regime.
Rumors had spread far and wide about their beaten hero and none were pleasant to hear. Before the announcement of the day many believed him to be a corpse but now many can't imagine what terrible tortures their hero must have faced. A magnanimous crowd had gathered at the site of the last battle with their heads down; solemn preparing themselves for the worst. They know that it's foolish to place all of their hope in a young man who is probably just a shell of his former self yet being human they yearn for his victory.
The trumpets resonate in the hollow ground as Lord Taurus strides in with his gaggle of servers, advisers and 'pets'. The sight of their heroes most loyal follower at the knees of Lord Taurus with a collar around her neck makes the crowd look down in shame and respect. They cannot even imagine the fate of their beloved savior.
Lord Taurus kicks her over with a rumbling laugh as he stands by his alleviating podium and gives a speech laced with blatant mockery at their situation. A young spirited man in the crowd looks up from his humbled pose and raises the two finger salute at her cheering for his hero. Surprise flits over Lord Taurus's face as the crowd gains confidence and united joins him in his cheer. A plum shade of red rises up Lord Taurus's face as he watches the support the people have for their hero and stops speaking. Having their terrified yet defiant attention upon him he commences the last fight.
The crowd crane their heads towards a domed carriage that has been brought to the center of the field with wide eyes and muted anticipation. The silence isn't broken as the doors are yanked apart by Taurus's loyal guards and a shadow appears kneeling inside. His hands are cuffed tightly behind him and a dark emerald bejewelled collar chokes his neck. He hasn't looked up from his sorry position since the doors opened and is kicked out by a guard inside the carriage. His bravery hasn't been completely shed as he refuses to kneel before the Lord and staggers crookedly to his feet. It is then that the crowd takes in his appearance.
His wrists and ankles both tightly chained are a deep red throbbing with blood trickling down to his heel and fingers in small streams. He's clothed in meager rags so thin that his entire skeletal structure can be seen through it not that his thin papery skin could hide it. His pallor was a ghastly sheen grey with sweat coating every inch visible. Other than his shallow sunken face with protruding sharp cheekbones he was how he used to be with unruly jet black hair and calm emerald green eyes which darkened fiercely as he stared at Lord Taurus.
Lord Taurus met his intense angered eyes with amusement and circled the fallen hero slowly. He knew he would win. He knew so because he'd talked to the hero earlier and came to an agreement. The hero watched her sit and knew that he couldn't give up his nation to Taurus. He watched her look at him disappointed and turn away. His face heated with shame and he couldn't fathom why on earth he had agreed to Taurus's agreement. He wouldn't back down from this horrible man! He looked at her with a determination that made her realize he wouldn't give up and she smiled a small fleeting smile.
He stood tall ignoring the stinging burn of the shackles and spoke steadily to the people around. He began the prepared speech and saw the triumphant smirk etch itself onto Taurus's face. He saw that his hands were free and that he had a bit of room to work with. Whilst speaking dejectedly to the people he subtly rotated his hand and grasped onto a guards sword. The guard stoic and unmoving never noticed the sword leaving his grasp as the hero was gifted and graced with this practice. Holding it firm in his hand the guard yelled out in realization but it was too late because the sharp sword had ripped through Lord Taurus's chest and made his heart burst in a streaming crimson gush when thrown at the oblivious man.