“I know I’m not the one you want.” says the hero chosen by no one “You’re waiting for xir, for the hero chosen by the goddex. The one who wielded you during the End. But xe’s not coming.”

The sword gleams dully in the fading light. The not-hero swallows nervously.

“I’m not xir. But I am here.” ze says, closing a hand around the hilt “Is that enough?”