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Disclaimer: Story
and non-cannon characters are the creation of Mercedes_Aria.
Lyrics
to "We Don't Need A Hero" are by Edguy.
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Prologue:
Almost Within Reach
We are falling -
falling to rise
Pain is the guide out
of the wastelands
We don't need a hero
We are falling -
falling to rise
No charlatan to show
you the light
We don't need a hero
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Desolation wasn’t just a
description of the
place, it was also its name. In the past years, a few places like it
had
emerged, modeled after Bartertown. None were successful. They were
little more
than filthy caverns of waste, crawling with loathsome creatures that
preyed
upon pathetic renderings of man. Those unfortunate enough to stumbled
through
these places, moved on quickly, after taking what they wanted- that is,
assuming they could find something worth taking.
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When you wake up in the
fire
And your harbor lies in
ruins
You wonder why the
giant has been shot
Fired off down from the
sky
You plead for
explanation
Is it accident or rule?
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The only thing that set
Desolation a part
from its decaying sisters was its marketplace. The Marketplace was more
successful that its Bartertown predecessor and far more ruthlessly
regulated.
In the midst of the
controlled chaos of
business was a young woman in tattered clothes of animal skins. She was
hidden in
the shadows of the stalls as her immense emerald eyes took in every
gory detail
of the scene around her. She was young and alone and female, a fatal
combination
in this place, but for the moment she was not perturbed by this.
Innocent as she appeared, it was a facade- innocence no longer in exist
in this nightmare realm- she was on the
prowl.
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And where is your
childhood hero
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She shivered in the
dampness of the air,
pulling her long hair around her shoulders in an effort to keep warm.
Her gaze
never wavered from their mission until shorter locks of amber tresses
fell into
her eyes. Lifting a leather-cuffed wrist, she pushed the bangs back and
that’s
when she saw him.
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What if the light
Shines in darkness my
friend…
We are falling -
falling to rise
Pain is the guide out
of the wastelands
Indignity is the leader
To escort us to fen
Where they say the
light is endemic
If only I could
comprehend
Now you're old enough
to face it
Oh we don't need a hero
No we don't need a hero
