1 Prologue: Sacnite

Legends were those you could rely on. Or so I thought.

They were warriors who protected the population and sacrificed their lives on behalf of the innocents. Heroes were the same, except they aren't portrayed on equal footing. All my life I grew up believing I would be the savior of the people, their protector. I wouldn't just stop at becoming a hero, I would become a legend. Everyone shared the same thoughts as me because Legends were people everyone looked up to. Except for Grimshaw and Gunnar.

Grimshaw was avoided due to his inclination to brutality. The wounds he inflicted upon his opponents lasted a lifetime. With black bangs shrouding his face and frowning lips, his eyes constantly gazed at the surroundings, looking for something or someone. I would've called him charming if it wasn't for his controversial opinions of our Heroes and Legends.

Gunnar was his first and only friend. As usual, they were seen whispering in a secluded place, far enough from everyone. I still didn't understand how those two could have been friends. Gunnar was optimistic and always was the last person to pick a fight. While Grimshaw was tall, Gunnar was short. Gunnar had white hair that was usually combed and had a smile in face.

It was unnatural. Even when being beat he would still have a smile. But his smiles changed, vary of his emotions. If he was being picked on his smile would promise pain, while when in a chipper mood he had his normal bright smile. Weird. It was like he was both a sadist and a masochist at the same time. As I said before, these two always had their conversations far away from everyone. Today I managed to hear a part of their conversation as I was walking by. That was how I became 'enemies' with the two weirdest people on Earth.