The Fall of Tyre

She fought an evil avatar, protected their precious Prince, kept him alive, and helped him cross two continents to bring him home, and it wasn't good enough. She saved their glorious city, their 'beacon on a hill', their sanctuary, against dark forces, the one city that hadn't fallen in a thousand years, and it wasn't good enough. Her magic held the shield, that held the city, the kept the Sorcerer's magic from destroying them all, yet they attacked her, tried to kill her, knowing what waited for them if they succeeded, because it wasn't good enough. She fought for them, killed thousands of creatures, things that shouldn't be in this world, and thousands more that hadn't been a part of the world for generations, and it wasn't good enough. She saved the King from his own stupidity, his own fear, and he hated her. It wasn't just their thoughts telling her they were afraid of her, it was their actions, their reactions, their willingness to let their own countrymen die horrible deaths because of their hatred of her, because of their fear of her. Because she wasn't good enough. She didn't know why those she fought for, those she protected, hated her more than those they fought against. The enemy was at the gates, was trying to get through those gates, was going to destroy everyone, everything those gates protected...and they were going to let him in, because they hated her, because she wasn't good enough. She was stronger, more powerful, and she could hear them, know what they were thinking...Demons were terrible, manipulative, destructive, power hungry, blood-thirsty creatures...but so were humans. How could they be any better? Were they any better? How many battles could she fight, how many injuries could she take, she wasn't ready to die for them, she wasn't ready to die at all. It was time for something different.