'My son, you shall be the one to save us all. This is your destiny, as my masterpiece.'

  Those were the first words he heard. Since then, he trained and studied hard, quickly rising above the rest. The elders praised him: 'Amazing, amazing!' 'A true prodigy!' 'As expected from his son!' But these were empty words, they did not matter. Only one person was never satisfied. He looked at the person standing high above. The king, his creator. His father. No matter how hard he worked, that figure always seemed to get more distant. Oh how he longed to call out, but he had no mouth. His masterpiece did not need one. Finally, he climbed to the top. All foes were defeated. It was time to fulfill his role. But at this final step, he failed. As he lied down on the ground, he noticed something. The king, no, his father stood there. Desperately, he tried to talk. The figure turned around. He screamed, howled. But no sound could be heard. Only footsteps, slowly getting quieter.

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