Spider-man making a joke about superheroes isn't meta. Deadpool is meta because he knows he's fiction and takes every chance to break the fourth wall using comic book narration boxes and even grabbing the frames on the page.
But moving on; yes, it's Friday. And that means a short story! Last week the challenge over at Terribleminds was to write the last line of a story. This week Chuck took ten of those lines and challenged his auidence to use them as the opening to a story.
It ended up being extremely short, but I kinda like how it flows. As always, I hope you enjoy.
MetaQuestOnce upon a time, there was a story so short, it was only a single line.
This is not that story.
This is not the story where the strapping young Hero saves the girl and wins the kingdom, and it’s not the story where he saves the kingdom and wins the girl.
This is the story of the Hero who does not know he is.
In this story the Hero still goes on his Quest. In this story the Hero’s family dies in front of him, forcing him out of his humble beginnings and into a Legend beyond his comprehension.
But in this story there is no Loyal Companion, no Wise Mentor to advise our Hero and instruct him in the old ways.
The Hero is left to fend for himself, to find his own way in a world that he was never prepared to experience.
Somehow, against the odds, the Hero still finds himself allies. The Rouge, the Rival, the Redeemed. He finds these allies and learns to rely on them for support, to help find his way as their skills complement his own.
They make their way together in the Hero’s adventure, sometimes managing to resolve their own stories along the way, sometimes not. The Hero trusts them with his life, with his hope.
Only to eventually lose his allies, his friends.
The Rival is first to fall, taking a blow meant to slay the Hero, using his sacrifice to prove himself the better of the two.
The Redeemed soon gives his life as well, facing his own past and falling as he slays the demons of his own creation.
The Rouge, if only by virtue of his skill, stays with the Hero the longest. Finally leaving this world in the dead of night, the true cause of his death as mysterious as he was.
The Hero blames himself each time. “If only I was stronger. If only I was better.”
“If only I was a Hero.”
The Hero grows in skill and stature, in myth and legend. Eventually coming to understand his destiny, driving himself ever forward. Shouldering his losses, embracing his burdens, accepting his fate.
The Hero faces foes and fiends, men and monsters. Pressing onward he begins to see the end of his journey.
The path of his life, beginning to end, is laid before him. The Hero sees the truth of this, and steps forward to face the end.
Because this is not the story of the glory of the Hero.
This is the story where the Villain wins.
This is my story.