by Shidobu
The man never asked to be torn from his world. Never wanted to.And he had never been so wrong in his life. Yet he woke in a summoning circle, in a place as distant from his understanding as it was from everything he knew.But even here he is not like the others who were summoned before him. Not first, but last. Not young and eager, but older - shoulders already heavy from things the other heroes never endured - even if their origins are the same. The world may be different, but people seem much the same as they always were. Those who summoned him relish it, believing they may have finally gotten what they wanted, not what they asked for.He follows that truth to its natural end: the world does not need another shining hero. It needs someone willing to do what heroes will not. But that comes with its own set of costs.
