There Are No Heroes In War Novels & Stories

After all, the heroes should have been here when that news sounded as the call for help from the civilians to the heroes. They are not surprised though when the heroes did not come to rescue them. This is what the heroes should have done. Because this is the first time, the heroes had encountered Level A danger. And level A danger is dangerous after Level X and level S above it. They sighed heavily, tears falling from their eyes silently as they started mourning for their life which they thought might have end after they are found. Their hope had crashed. This was the end of their life, and the end of their life was too dirty and tragic.

"That's what ended the war. Not treaties. Not diplomacy. You." "We didn't mean to—" "Doesn't matter what you meant. It matters what happened." He returned to his seat. "The Council has voted. Unanimously. The war is officially over. Peace is declared across all territories. And you three are credited as peacekeepers." My mouth went dry. "We're not peacekeepers. We're just—" "Heroes," another lord interrupted. "Symbols. Living proof that cooperation works. That unity defeats division." "This is political," I said. Couldn't help it. "You're using us."

"As those who were unaffected by the enslaving rule of the order, they witnessed the unfolding phenomenon with full awareness and told the story as it had unfolded; without heroes, without villains, just men giving into the desires they never knew they had." "The blood that was shed was a late payment for the freedom we never knew we needed" "They will tell you fables of many heroes, and myths of the great awakening" "But the true hero was the one the that shone with light" "A bright and blinding light" "At the harbour, he made music out of the battle and we play his tunes till this day" "He had the power to split the sky, and the wave of his hand was a great thunder" "None could face him in

RPOV Song: Elephants by Warpaint The world was a blur, armored figures without faces were surrounded by a light haze. I walked by them, hoping to finally find someone I recognized, but each was the same. Nameless faces and faceless names that would soon be forgotten. I touched a few of their metallic shoulders as they passed me, hoping to spark some kind of familiarity, but they continued strolling by without even a glance in my direction.

Ember’s POV Not all heroes wear a cape or a well-ironed uniform. Not every position should be praised and hailed as a champion. The true heroes of this country are those who fought for justice. Heroes that held their hearts tighter than their guns and bloody thirst for death. But there is little to no recognition for these heroes, just one day of grief then it’s back to cheers. I have seen men saluting for the death of the country’s soldiers, including my father.

“That child. Her courage is remarkable. She’s a hero.” “Heroes sucks,” said Briane suddenly, his face looking like a blank sheet. “They always sacrifice themselves for others. And then what? They die! They haven’t even thought of the people they would left behind.” “That’s not true, Mr. George.” Mr. Heirt made his way to Briane’s stretcher, his footsteps echoing in the somber silence reigning in the tent. “If they are not to exist, the world will be in chaos, with no one to save it. They must be acknowledged. Just because they sacrifice themselves doesn’t mean they’re not thinking of those they’ll be leaving. In fact, they are the ones that prompted to fight despite knowing they’ll die.”

It was as if her nightmares were flashing right in front of her eyes. And she couldn't bear to watch it, thinking of the lives of these mighty heroes and their families who are waiting for them to come back alive, but it was quite unfortunate that some of them will come back as cold corpses. The fallen heroes that she will forever be indebted to. Putting herself in the shoes of those who will have nothing after this war, imagining that what if Colfre did not escape death she would probably be one of them weeping and grieving at the loss of their beloved. It was heartbreaking, just imagining how many wives were widowed, how many children lost their fathers because of this war. How many famili

They have limited their thinking to the lab and technology of themselves to carry out their daily chores. But right now, the fate of the world is at stake because the darkness they never knew existed had decided to wipe them off from the surface of the earth and start the reign of darkness on earth. The fate of the world lies in the young heroes who had never for once lived a normal life. Every single day of their lives are filled with danger, they've sacrificed so much to make sure humans live in peace and harmony. But their faith in themselves about what's coming their way is low because they ain't sure if they can be the real heroes of the world. Especially when the chosen one is nowhere

There is no stopping that war. ******************************************

After all, the heroes should have been here when that news sounded as the call for help from the civilians to the heroes. They are not surprised though when the heroes did not come to rescue them. This is what the heroes should have done. Because this is the first time, the heroes had encountered Level A danger. And level A danger is dangerous after Level X and level S above it. They sighed heavily, tears falling from their eyes silently as they started mourning for their life which they thought might have end after they are found. Their hope had crashed. This was the end of their life, and the end of their life was too dirty and tragic.