A/N: I really need to buckle down and finish a story… Oh well, just a quickie about saving the world. Or maybe not so quick… I don't own Nickelback, just so you know/ find out later on… Enjoy!
Am I Really a Hero?
By Xander O'Shana
The boy stared out at the sea of warriors surrounding him. A gold circlet is almost lost in his white-fading-to-black hair. His eyes, golden as a cat's, survey a single man with straggly hair and a total of ten teeth.
"And what do you want, Mister Henderson? Another promotion?" At this, the man nodded, unable to speak in front of this intimidating general/prince of the Silurian Empire. "I don't think so. After that last attack, my father has decided to place you in charge of the grooming tools for our horses." The man seemed to freeze, then cocked his head in confusion. "You have been demoted to stable boy."
"B-but sire! I did-"
"Everything wrong. You led your men out- in the open!- then let them be slaughtered by the Tertians. Those men had families, and now I am the one to tell them that you were the idiot who got these honorable men killed."
"Yes sire…" The man walked off, his head hung in shame as his friends jeered at him.
"If I hear anyone laughing at this man, they will get kitchen duty for the rest of your enlistment term. Any other questions?" There was no answer. "Good. Now get some sleep."