The hero's smile grew wider as he looked down at me. You did it, he said. You saved the world.
I tried to nod, but my head felt heavy. The hero reached out and took my hand, his touch warm and comforting.
Don't try to move, he said. Just rest.
I closed my eyes, feeling my strength fading away. The hero's hand was the last thing I felt before everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a beautiful garden filled with flowers and trees. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and a warm sun shone down on me.
I sat up, looking around in confusion. Where was I?
A figure approached me, and I saw that it was the hero. But he looked different, his face older and wiser.
Welcome to the afterlife, he said, smiling. You have been rewarded for your bravery and selflessness.
I stood up, looking around in awe. The garden was beautiful, filled with wonders and magic.
I turned to the hero, a question on my lips. What happens now? I asked.
The hero smiled. Now, you get to live the life you always wanted, he said. A life of peace and happiness, free from the burdens of the world.
I nodded, feeling a sense of joy and contentment. I had saved the world, and now I got to enjoy the rewards.
But then I remembered something. What about you? I asked