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Warbreaker Prime: Mythwalker Prologue
You’ve seen this story before.
It began with a young hero, an unknown peasant boy who rose out of obscurity. The boy was an unlikely savior, but something—whether it be fate, prophecy, or God—guided him from birth. Eventually, he came to an understanding of his true power and truer purpose, becoming a leader of men and a champion of virtue.
He was counseled by the best minds of his time, earning companions both wise and quick-tongued. He gathered brave armies to his banner, unifying squabbling kingdoms beneath a single head. He dared to challenge an evil power that all assumed could not be defeated. The evil power itself fell prey to such assumptions and, secure in its own invulnerability, ignored the Hero until it was too late.
Eventually, after numerous conflicts, the fate of the world came down to a single, massive battle between good and evil. The Hero rode at the head of his gathered forces. You know what he looked like—you’ve seen him before. He was tall and proud, with hair that glistened so brightly in the sun that it seemed radiant itself. His jaw was firm, his body muscular and firm, his face determined and wise beyond its years. Yet, at the same time, the Hero’s face retained a bit of its boyish charm, as if to indicate that despite all he had been through, he still remembered the innocence that had guided him so well in his youth. He was confident, but at the same time uncertain of his own merits, and it was this humility that made him such a powerful leader.
The Hero’s forces met those of the Dark One, fighting for final control of the world. The Hero’s armies struggled valiantly, standing firm before foe’s superior numbers. Then somehow, despite the odds and battlefield chaos, the Hero and the Dark One met in single combat.
You can see what happens next. The Hero duels with his enemy. Mighty though he may be, the Hero looks small and weak before the Dark One, who carries with him all the powers of a Demon God. The Hero is like a tiny candle before an oppressive night. Yet his light is a sure one, unwavering and true. The Hero struggles on, fighting a hopeless fight, nearly crushed beneath an overwhelming foe.
You are not worried.
No matter how hopeless the fight seems, no matter how impossible the Hero’s odds, you are not afraid. You have seen this story before. You know the Hero will win; you know that when the odds look the worst, the Hero’s success is most certain. Somehow, he will find a hole in the Dark One’s armor. Somehow, his virtue and power will prevail. You know how the story will end.
Except this time, something went wrong.