[ WP ] Show a Darker Side of a Well-Known Fictional Hero or Mentor Figure

They spoke legends of glory and heroics. The one who can wield his Voice as fiercely as an axe will lead us all to safety. The Dragons will be no more, and we shall be free. 
 
 All I wanted was a little gold. My troop and I lived in an abandoned fort outside of Falkreath, minding our own business, sometimes intimidating travelers into a shakedown. We do our thing, civilians do theirs. 
 
 Some little snitch put up a bounty for us. Had any other enemy come upon us, we would have struck them down and taken their equipment. We were n't so lucky. 
 
 Anfyr was hit first. The arrow came out of nowhere, striking with inhuman precision. We jumped to our feet as the blood flowed from my brother's neck. We rushed to the gates, looking for the assailant. 
 
 A lone figure strode from the darkness. I aimed and arrow and shot, but it snapped upon his black armor. We were uneasy. 
 
 The world was silent, caught into the vacuum that fueled the inferno sprouting from this man's throat. *'' YOL... TOOR SHUL! `` * A massive fireball engulfed Eric. He flailed on the ground, screaming and trying to extinguish the flames dancing on his body. He fell silent as we stepped back. We could n't take him; not by ourselves. My last standing teammate rushed him, raising his shield and readying his mace. I protested, trying to call him back. 
 
 *'' FUS... RO DAH! `` * A wall of energy smashed into my friend, throwing him back against the walls of the fort. He fell limp to the ground, blood leaking from a wound on his forehead. 
 
 I ran. I ran as far as my legs could take me, halfway to Rorikstead. That voice... it still haunts me, you know. I still hear it roaring in my dreams. That's why I ca n't stand inns. The bards always sing songs of his power, his bravery. Only one line in that song I agree with. 
 
 *Beware, beware* 
 
 *The Dragonborn comes. *
