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"Behold my power, mortals!" yelled Sha'Un. "You have unleashed me unto this world, and now I shall reward you all with the greatest blessing of life: death!" Sha'Un brought forth his arms, directing eldritch lightning at the heroes.

"Stand tall!" Aldrin raised his great shield to the sky, unleashing a holy barrier around the party. "Fiend! You will pay for the evils you have committed against our world--the light shall see to it!"

"Bwahahaha! Foolish Aldrin. Do you think a mere barrier of light can stop me?!" Sha'Un raised his arms as well into the air, and quickly brought it down. What soon followed was a barrage of unholy energy which rained upon Aldrin's holy barrier.

Aldrin gritted his teeth as he continued raising his shield to reinforce the barrier. With every second, the weight he felt upon his body grew heavier, and inch by inch he was pushed back. Soon, sparks of purple magic pierced through the barrier, landing along the trail of dirt Aldrin had made as he recoiled against the attack.

"This should finish it," said Sha'Un. With maniacal laughter, he lifted his arm into the air and threw it back down. An enormous rock imbued with eldritch lightning suddenly appeared, crashing against the barrier of light and into Aldrin's party.

"Gwah!" Aldrin screamed. "How--how were you able to break through my barrier!?"

"Simple: I am powerful," said Sha'Un.

"That may be so, fiend, but we are the champions of light! We shall not falter!" Aldrin unleashed from his sheath a blade made out of pure light. "This is the true power of the people: the Blade of Justice! Demon lords have fallen to this blade, and you are no different, Sha'Un!" Aldrin rushed forward and thrusted the blade into Sha'Un's chest.

"I-impossible! No mortal should be able to penetrate my armor!"

"You underestimated humanity, fiend!"

Sha'Un immediately collapsed to the ground. Aldrin withdrew his sword and his party rejoiced--at last, the demon lord has fallen! As the heroes turned their backs and walked along the trail back to the kingdom, spears of eldritch magic pierce the hearts of Aldrin's companions.

"W-what?!" said Aldrin in surprise and immediately turns around. "Sha'Un? How are you alive!? Your demonic soul should have been burnt to ash by the Blade of Justice!"

"Fool. I am no mere demon lord, Aldrin! I am the first demon lord that was born in the demonic realms. I hold supreme power and dominion over all the fiends!" This time, Sha'Un's appearance became more grotesque, vile, and evil. Four arms sprouted from his torso, and the armor that he once had is now instead raw, demonic scales which colored his entire being into ashen black.

"It's over, Aldrin," said Sha'Un as he teleported behind Aldrin and pierced his chest with his bare arms.

"I-impossible..." said Aldrin. Sha'Un threw Aldrin's body to a nearby tree.

"Bwahaha! If this is humanity's best, then my feast is guaranteed. Say your farewells to your precious kingdom, 'hero.'"

As Sha'Un began to walk towards the kingdom, a burst of light suddenly surrounds Aldrin. His body began to levitate, his chest wound sealed itself, and the Blade of Justice manifests in his hand as a physical sword. Angel wings sprouted from his back, and with one fell swoop, cuts Sha'Un in half.

Aldrin looked at Sha'Un's sliced body in pity, but much to his dismay, Sha'Un's body began to glow a dark purple, and soon the demon lord's body became one once again.

"Come on, how is that fair?" said Aldrin.

"I AM the first demon lord, Aldrin!" said Sha'Un.

The two do battle once again, and Aldrin gets a clean cut on Sha'Un's head, causing it to drop off from the demon lord's shoulders. The body stood there menacingly, and suddenly began to attack Aldrin despite having no head.

"Dude, come on, this isn't even fair anymore," said Aldrin.

"First demon lord!" said the beheaded Sha'Un.

And they do battle again. And again. And again.

"Come on, Shaun! This isn't fun anymore. You just don't want to lose!"

"Nuh-uh, you're the one that doesn't want to lose! I told you, I'm the first demon lord," Shaun protested, his shirt sweaty from all the swordfighting they've been having.

"I've killed you like fifteen times and you've always had an excuse! You just said you had a philoshoper's stone or whatever that prevents you from dying and I have to find it! That's not fair at all!" said a frustrated Aldrin.

"Yeah, Shaun, we've been dead for like thirty minutes now and we kind of want to play a new game now," said Mike.

"You guys are just sore losers!" said Shaun. "You're the sore loser!" retorted Aldrin. "I'm going home," said Aldrin as he dropped his wooden stick.

"Me too," said Mike, and soon everyone else followed.

Shaun stood there as he watched everyone else walk back, only for all of them to go back tomorrow to let Aldrin have his turn of being a Gary Stu.

Aleanor gripped his sword tighter. This was it. The endgame. The last fight against the all-powerful evil that had befallen this land.

The fate of the world now laid in his hands.

If he should fail, all hope for his country would be gone. The people ensalved. The king beheaded. He himself would face a horrible end if he were to survive the fight defeated.

He would have to make it. All depended on it.

With a deep breath he stood and passed the gate. Above him the ceiling of the great, white hall of rose to the sky. Pillars of marble and gold stretched like the stems of mighty trees and an eerie silence filled the air.

At the end of the hall stood the throne of the dark lord. Black ebony with streaks of silver and gold. Sparkling in a beam of light from a painted window far above. And there, on the throne, sat he himself. The dark lord.

Veiled in a cloak of white that flowed around his shoulders, silver armor shining in the sun. A great sword rested on his knees.

When he stepped closer, the king begun to speak:

"Aleanor. So you have come. Do you not know what fate you will bring over the world? Do you not understand the graveness of your deed?"

"I have come, lord, to banish the evil that befell these lands and to bring back the light to the world. No more shall the people suffer under your rule!"

"Suffer?" The dark lord scoffed, " My people do not suffer. They thrive under my rule! There are no more beggars on my streets. There are no more hunger, no more wars, no more unfair death in my lands. They have elected me king. They chose me to do good - And I have!

Who has brought the famine into my lands, if not your armies? Who has brought death and destruction to my flourishing cities, if not yourself?

Look at your kingdom and ask yourself: What misery is there, that couldn't have been ended by peace. What unfairness is there, that couldn't have been brought to an end by a fair ruler? What war lingers there, that hasn't been started by your king?

How much good has he ever done? How many people has he helped? I have not wished for this war and am grieved by the death it has caused. And I would not wish to fight you, if you hadn't come here yourself."

"Liar", Aleanor hissed. But it was true. He had seen the lands of this king and they had been fairer than his own. Happier. Richer.

Maybe he was the bad guy after all.

"You see it now, don't you. He has used you, my son. Manipulated you, like he has everyone else. Believe me, when I say he is the true dark lord."

The king smiled, but it was a smile without joy. "Lay down your sword, kid. Too much blood has been spilled already."

Slowly - gravely the king stretched out his hand to welcome the other. Aleanor stepped forward, tears in his eyes.

"But what about..." he hesitated. "What about the villages you have plundered? The cities that have burned before your army? The people who have died from your sword? The men you have tortured? What about them?"

The king slowly shook his head. "There are no wars without bloodshed. Where an army lies, villages will burn. That is the rule of war, my son."

Aleanor stepped back, drawing his sword.

"Then I won't bow to you! My kingdom might not be the bright land I always dreamed of - but yours aren't, either. There is no such thing as good and bad in this world. I realize that now. But it is still better to fight and die for the country I know, than to live as a traitor to my people. Draw your sword, king! Let's end this war."

The king rose to his feet, anger in his voice: "You fool! I have offered you peace, but you have chosen death. So be it! Die"

Swords clashed. Eyes filled with fury met each other in fight. The king was strong, but so was his enemy. Aleanor fought valiantly, but in the end he succumbed. A mighty blow flung him to the ground. The air was pressed out of his lungs and - for a moment - he didn't hear nor feel anything.

When he opened his eyes with a gasp for air, white light blinded him. Strange noises were to be heard, not unlike the singing of birds, but nothing a bird could ever voice. They were almost hurtful to the ear.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Someone was leaning above him. Fear cursed through him, but it was not the king.

The person covered up the lower half of their face with a peculiar, light green cloth. Their hair was held back by another cloth, not unlike in colour and texture. They began to speak in a wierd language, but to his surprise he could understand it.

"Hello? Hello, are you awake? Can you hear me? Alan, do you understand me?"

He nodded. Alan. How strange. Was that his name here? And were was he? What had happened?

Soon after he found out. He was in hospital. He had been in a coma for years, alive but unresponsive. The doctors said it was a miracle that he survived.

It would be a long way back into his old life. A life that he could barely even remember.

On his third day in the hospital - he was still confused by everything around him - his family came to visit. He had a brother and a wife. Both of them were glad he was awake. It had been a hard time for them.

"Alan, I can't wait for you to get home again. There's so much I want to show you! Do you remember the old apple tree in the garden? It's still there! The birds are using it as a nesting place now."

Alan could remember an apple tree. A gnawed old thing, that stood before his home in the city of kings.

"Susan is right, the tree is more beautiful than ever before. It is blooming now, the whole tree is full of white flowers and if you walk underneath them, you can hear the humming of the bees."

These things and others they told him. Many seemed familiar, most were unknown to him. Some seemed like he should remember, but he didn't. And still they went on with their explanations, stories, hopes and dreams. It was too much. How could one head keep all of it?

No, he thought, stop. Go back.

"Alan, I can't wait for you to get home again. There's so much I want to show you! Do you remember the old apple tree in the garden?"

Wait. No. This wasn't right. Hadn't Susan told him that before?

"It's still there! The birds are using it as a nesting place now."

"Susan is right", his brother added. "The tree is more beautiful than ever before. It is blooming now, the whole tree is full of white flowers and if you walk underneath them, you can hear the humming of the bees."

What? It couldn't be. No. No! Stop. Go back! Back to normal

Susan bubbled on, as if nothing had happened.

"Alan, I can't wait for you to get home again. There's so much I-"

Stop

And the world stopped. Susan and his brother stood there like frozen. Alan - or was it Aleanor - stared for a second. Noone said a word. Even the machines were silent now. He looked at the clock on the wall - it didn't move.

He waited a moment - Nothing. Susan was still standing there, frozen in time. He could see every detail in her face. The eyes, the lips, the teeth, small green numbers on the side of her nose.

Wait. Numbers? He looked, but they were still there. And they were not alone. Everywhere he looked, ones and zeros. The room was slowly dissolving into numbers.

A simulation. He was in a simulation. And everything was dissolving.

The walls were eaten by the green numbers. The clock, the machines. The two people before him. His feet. His legs. Soon his hands, arms and body were gone.

Panic filled him. He didn't want to die! But the numbers crawled higher, reaching his face. Mouth. Nose. Eyes.

With a gasp for air he awakened. He was laying in his bed. The sky outside was dark. With shaking hands he turned on the lights. No numbers. He turned his hands around. Still, no numbers.

It was a dream. It was all a dream.

He sighed. In a few hours he had to go to work. Monday's at the office were definitely not his favorite days. And he couldn't go back to sleep now.

Slowly he got up and began with his morning routine. Shower, change, make breakfast. In his cupboard he found the cereal next to the hidden camera and the bowls. The spoons were in the kitchen drawer. He only stopped when he had already grabbed a spoon.

I don't have a hidden camera in my cupboard

But there it was. Between the bowls and the cereal. Looking at him. Watching him.

In the next half hour he found several cameras in different parts of his house. Two in the kitchen, four in the living room, some more in the other rooms.

He cursed, took his laptop and started to search. When he found what he was looking for, he cursed some more.

He was on a reality TV-show.

[ERROR: Content Error]

Work was slow. Every few moments he turned to look for more hidden cameras. Was he watched? Even here?

[ERROR: Timeline Error]

He took the bus to work. What should he do? Was he followed? Could he call the police? Who was he?

[ERROR: Error number: 283.N.93p4]

》System anomaly detected. Running scan

》Scan running

》Scan running

》Scan finished

ERRORS found: 48

》Trying for ERROR repair

》running

》running

》running

》running

》timeout. ERRORS fixed: 6 ERRORS left: 57

》Calling engineer

》Engineer called

》shutting down

》saving progress

》cancelling processes

》shutting down

》Good night

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God, damnit. Author here, the plot-twist software has malfunctioned. I'm sorry, I'm afraid this story won't finish. First I have to repair this thing, get rid of the errors, start the backup... You know - the whole deal.

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You know what? I'll grab a coffee, while I'm at it. Maybe it helps. You never know.

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Aaaaah, yes. Much better. Well, I'm afraid the story ends here. Farewell, reader. I hope you had fun.

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No, seriously. It's over. There's nothing left to say.

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What do you want? Should I tell you what's happening outside my window? Is it that what you want?

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Ok, so there's the old apple tree. To the left of it I can see the neighbors house. There's not much happening over there. The sky is blue, the grass is green....

Uhmmmm. What is that?

Is that a - meteorite? A fucking big meteorite?!?

Is that thing heading towards me? WHAT THE HELL??! WHAT THE --

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No, that's just Game of Thrones Season 8