[ WP ] An adventurer reaches the end of an epic quest only to be presented with two options ; he may keep his life or learn the truth .

He was a dreamer, he knew. It was simple- follow The Wise Man's words to The Forge where a weapon wrought in iron and stone, writ with magic beyond his understanding, would be given to him.then, he would traverse the wastes to where He resided and slay him in his home before His evil spread. Anyone could do it. It never needed to be him. He was just the first person brave enough, or stupid enough, to step forward. He dreamed of greatness. 
 
 There were few defenses and even in His throne room He did not put up a fight. He just sat there with a dry smirk on his face. The Hero even gave him a chance to speak. 
 
 `` What do you have to say for yourself?'' He said. He practically shouted it but recieved no response. He repeated himself, louder. There was a laugh. It was a cold, evil laugh if he ever heard one. 
 
 Then, off with his head. 
 
 But now- 
 
 The Wise Man was before him, beaming. He spoke nonsense about The Hero's life as it was and The Truth. He was The Hero who saved the land from this Evil! What need he of Truth beyond that? 
 
 `` What was his sin?'' The Wise Man asked. `` What crime?'' 
 
 Crime? `` He plotted against the land and its residents of course!'' That much was clear. Vague, but clear. `` YOU were the one that guided me on this quest and you know not of his crime? Speak of less trivial things.'' 
 
 He knew himself to be hardly more than a blade. He was to be wielded with purpose. Rightness had a way of working out the details. 
 
 `` I ask you a final time.'' The Wise Man said. `` Your life as you are, or The Truth- the whole of it, no less.'' 
 
 He became agitated suddenly by the rhetoric. `` I know enough of the truth. Or do you ally yourself with evil?'' 
 
 He readied his sword defensively only to be greeted with further laughter. Hysterical laughter beyond sanity. What insult is this, The Hero furrowed his brow. The Wise Man warped in and out as though he was under water before dissolving completely. 
 
 `` The Truth remains hidden.'' 
 
 -- -- -- -- -- 
 
 A scientist sent a complex series of impulses to a comatose man's brain from a program running on his screen. The impulses signified anger of a sort. Some of the subtleties were beyond predictable control but the world itself was flawless. The research sometimes made the scientist question deep and vague questions about the nature of things but he tried to keep that pushed down. In the end, he supposed, The Hero may have made te right call. Who knew where it ended really? He looked at the line on his screen spoken by a character of his own design. 
 
 THE TRUTH REMAINS HIDDEN. 
 
 `` Running next test.''
