“You’re right, brother Juno!” Simon said with a big grin on his beaming face. “I think I should do just that!”

Saying so, Simon kicked his heels to his horse’s sides and brought it to a gallop, ignoring the dull ache coming from his injured leg.

He felt so exhilarated, so high in his sudden fame, that he didn’t notice the suspicious smiles on the face of his two siblings.

The people cheered as his horse made its way towards the castle, leaving his brothers and the rest of his procession behind.

‘I guess the old Simon is no more,’ he said happily to himself. ‘Today, a new Simon is born! No more a loser, no longer a worm. I’m now a true prince, just like my elder brothers! I am now, a Hero!’

He was still thinking this, when his horse suddenly reared on its hind legs, it’s flank, bleeding from a small dart wound.

“Oh!”

An unsuspecting Simon gasped as he slipped off the charger’s back and fell four feet to the ground, landing on his injured leg.

But he didn’t even get to scream in pain.

The charger’s huge feet fell on top of him, crushing his chest, and bringing a premature end to his new life as a fake hero.

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bad ending 💀

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