My friends…my dearest dearest gathered friends…
Open wide, those eyes and ears! For today, I present to you another of my many rhapsodies.
Yes, a tale from my roaming throughout the earth, going back and forth on it…
A tale, sordid as it is clichéd, but I promise – it ends in rejoicing~!
Once, there was a boy who wanted to be a hero.
A paragon of purity, a defender of justice...
Such was his dream, a shining star in the black sky...
But you understand how such tales begin.
Before the boy woke, the star disappears. The light fades.
He searched, he sought answers, he sought a figure...
But the boy was not yet a form. His cries were empty.
So the world echoed back, empty-handed.
A wave tossed in the ocean, a vapour in the wind...
Such was his reality, a mere fly clawing for the heavens.
Yet, he refused to yield.
The star of one's sincerity, the light that promised a hero...
As if the stars were mirrors, reflecting a programmed destiny within his soul...
...what a joke.
But it had to exist! It must be up there, somewhere!
Quiet was his declaration, yet resolute it remained.
A conviction that he could become a hero, a legend! This must be Heaven's mandate!
And because he could not fly towards the heavens, he ran.
He ran towards anything and everything.
Bewildered strangers. The family that cried behind closed doors.
Even another world, a realm of fantasies guaranteed!
They were just within his reach. If he could just run stronger, faster…
But the further and further he ran towards that dream –
The further and further he slipped away –
Slipped away from what he thought he was –
Slipped away from what he thought he could see –
The light, so cold and vicious, evaded him once.
It evaded him again, in the fog of his own creation.
Blind. But still, he refused to yield.
Still, he kept chasing that faint light...
Until, at last...
…Yes, you understand how such tales end.
But by a stroke of fate, we met.
His eyes looked into mine, and mine upon his.
…What did I do to him?
Why, that answer is obvious!
I made his dream come true.
And this, my dear friends, is where dreams end and reality begins.
This, for the time, concludes my Rhapsody.
Welcome, humanity, to your Apex!
…oh my, what’s this?
A bouquet of cankered roses? For me, my Knight?
Ah, you certainly know the way to my diseased heart~!
…of course, considering you have one yourself. You let me take a peek after all~
But still, I thank you. Truly, you are my ‘Hero’.
Bow to me first.
Now present them to me.