Worru was able to sleep, but only for small moments, each time opening his eyes, some four or three minutes later. As the song he had sung just a half anf hour ago still played true in his mind, he began to wonder, Did he really belong here? Is his hero's welcome really here? Does he have the courage to be a hero? Does he have a hero's heart?

No. I don't. No. No. No. I don't belong here, I'll never find it, I don't have the courage, and I don't have the heart. Drom does, can, and will. *sigh* That was why he won. The goddesses will not allow someone like me, someone who shouldn't be here, someone who really doesn't exist anymore, find it.

His thoughts were silent, the only sound around him being the bugs that orchastrated the night every time. He sat up now, fighting back tears as this self-realization came to him, but soon enough, he began to cry openly, thankful that no one could see him in this moment of weakness.

As he calmed down, he looked next to him, where he had set his sword, studying it as the moon's light reflected off of it, the blade most of all. He picked ip up by the hilt, testing its weight, before throwing it into the sky, hand reaching to catch it, only by the blade. He clenched his teeth tightly as the sharp blade cut into his skin, before letting the blade out of his own grip, now studying the damage it had caused, eyes now frozen on the red that oozed from it, slowly. Just as he began to study it, a red glow came from the cut, and it began to heal itself.

With a sigh, he dropped his now-healed arm next to him, as he began to wonder more. If Drom had done that, he wouldn't have been healed instantly. But I am. I can't even die here. Why...Why...Why is it that they hate me? he wondered, now looking back into the heavens, wondering why the goddesses plagued him. Why they marked him, why they singled him out for failure.

A voice came from nowhere.

A hero's welcome? Ha! Heroes are fakes. They all have their delusions of Grandeur. They think they know everything, but they don't. They are stupid, prideful, and arrogant. Is that what you want to be, Worru? No, it's not. You want to get far in life, to be recognized? You want power? You already have a small measure of it! Look, your wounds healing on their own! That's not a trait everyone has. If you want true power, let me guide you. I will be watching you, Worru Worruson. I will help you. I am your friend.

And then the voice was gone.