The hero went to hell. What a shock.
Congrats. You saved the day, won the war, and died of you injuries a few hours after. Every member of your team died. You never saw the rest of them in hell, but you didn’t particularly search. You hadn’t gotten along before your final battle.
Your team’s efforts in that war were unique. You weren’t commissioned by the government, or even wanted at first, but they soon learned to take your help, and offer what you asked for. Your team operated on lies and secrets, no one person knowing the full story. Sometimes you worked in espionage, but more often you dealt in story telling. Some members of your team distracted the general public. Martyring themselves before the masses, shown to have powers that ordinary soldiers don’t have. It was only because other members of your team stayed behind the scenes, using every trick they could think of to maintain that image that your team had worked so hard to build.
So how, when no member of your team knew more than three other members, did a group of teens figure out every member who operated in that last battle? What was so bad that they needed to exchange their own young lives for you to come back to the world of the living?
What does it take to win a war when you don’t know who you’re fighting, don’t get along with your team, and the color red haunts every dream you have?
How do you recover from trauma when more is constantly being thrown at you?
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