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I am the one with the sword. I am the one with the sword. And I am the one with the sword. I breathe in and out as I face the red dragon, it flared its nostrils as it scanned my trembling body. I wonder if it can smell the fear that’s emitting from me. Tears struck my face as I lifted my sword. I’m no hero. What am I doing here? I can’t lose focus. I want to live. I want to live to see my mother start the tailoring business that she’s been talking about for years, but never had the money to start. I want to live to see my little sister run and play with the other children in our small town, chasing after mice without a care in the world. I want to live, to see my best friend get married to the town’s blacksmith whose eyes softened when he looked at him. The dragon was getting closer now. Roaring loudly as it stomped towards me. This is it. I don’t want to die. Not without saying goodbye. But I know that I need to do this. I must defeat the dragon to save the town. Taking a swing at the dragon, I closed my eyes in pure bliss. I’m no hero, but I am the one with the sword.