[ Wp ] `` The mighty hero fell to his knees and wept . ''

The mighty hero fell to his knees and wept. For lying on the ground broken was the love of his life. His own sword protruded out of her belly as she lay calmly on the ground. No one expected that this will happen. Not even our mighty hero. 
 
 Someone gripped his shoulder and our hero looked behind him. His right hand man and best friend stood with a sad expression on his face as he gave the fallen girl's helmet to her lover. `` I grieve for you, brother. No one knew that the leader of the resistance is none other than her. It is not your fault.'' 
 
 `` Leave.'' Our hero said coldly before turning back to gaze down at the sword that slew his love. He grabbed it and pulled it out before throwing it away with an angry yell. 
 
 `` Let us leave our king to grieve.'' His best friend whispered to the remaining soldiers and they retreated. 
 
 Our hero. Our king. Our protector simply bowed his head to her chest and wept.
