The Idiot

What You Know Isn't Even Written by the Winners This Time

I'm starting to question my sanity. I mean no one is going to read this. Hell, no publisher is even going to look at this. Once they realize what it is, an expose on the biggest fraud ever pulled on an entire population. This is the real story of how four people saved the world. It should have only taken a week tops but ended up taking exactly seven months and sixteen days.

My name is Winter. I'm thirty-six years old and a ginger with a penchant for rifles. I used to work for the HDC or Human Demon Coalition. My job was to maintain peace and harmony between the two races. But none of that matters, history has already written me off as a simple and insignificant sidekick. I'm one of two if you believe the legends. Oh, I am also dead; supposedly, I was hit by a bus on the way home from saving the world. Tragic. Somehow telemarketers are still able to find me. Also tragic. There were actually three "sidekicks." The third omitted because no one likes inconvenient questions. Well, none of that matters. This is the true story about Nash the Half-Demon who "saved the world." Cough.

The first thing we should get straight, Nash is no hero, and the three of us were never meant to be sidekicks. We were his bodyguards keeping him alive, mostly by protecting him from himself. At first, I thought he was an idiot. He thought because he was born to save the world, nothing could kill him. Nope, in actuality, he was trying to condemn the world. He blamed the world for all his problems and wanted everyone to be miserable like him.

It might be best to tell you a little about Nash. The legend got two things right. He is a half-demon, and he struggled with his demonic half. History says his father was some powerful big shot, but it was just an imp looking for a good time. Nash struggled because he would get into trouble and blamed it on the mischievous imp blood running through him. Nash always found trouble whether it was his demon blood, upbringing, or personality. Being an idiot didn't help either.

The first time I met Nash, the idiot was hanging upside down. A handful of thugs were taking turns beating him the snot out of him. If I had known how much trouble, and how big of a headache he was going to be, it would have been hysterical. It was only after saving Nash from those thugs that I learned that Nash deserved it.