[ WP ] You are a `` hero '' in a fantasy world , but as you `` adventure '' , you are slowly realizing YOU are the antagonist .

I will save her. 
 
 I will save her. 
 
 I will save her. 
 
 I force my way through the door. The sentry is there. The young man who tries so hard to prove how tough he is. The one who makes threats. No more threats. No more standing sentry. I will save her. 
 
 The evil king waits in the hall. He tells me I can not have her. He has called for the men. They are coming. He has summoned the hound. It is on me. So I end it: the hound and the king. I will save her. 
 
 The step-mother next. The wicked one. She is hiding from me now. I can hear her, I will find her. And I do. I will not be kept away. Like a windmill in a hurricane my mind turns over and over. I turn the house over and over and there at last is the step-mother. The one who poisoned her. The one who took her away from me. The one who told her to leave, and then hid her away in this illusion of a fortress. The one who made us think we were not ourselves. And now a castle. I have stormed it and my last foe is slain. I will save her. 
 
 And there, at last, she is. The maiden. The goal. The one I spilled for. The one who has fallen away into this awful place with its awful sway. With each tender footstep forward she retreats, still uncertain, still swayed by the lingering mother's work. There's fear in her eyes and I let myself think, for just a moment, that maybe it was n't a trick. The before, when I could focus. The spell. I fought so hard to free myself and find her, I never questioned the poison they gave me. The realization and the guilt settling in. The poison, the numbing one. The lobotomy compact. The damn pills. The shame of looking at her and remembering who we are. Who we really are. I want to say something now. But they tell me not to. But something. Something to put her at ease. Because I'm not a monster, I am being pushed forward by our mutual destiny. So I say what comes to mind and it feels funny. So detached from the violence of real heroism. My voice oddly shaken. 
 
 I will save her. 
 
 I will save her. 
 
 I will save her.
