What will they say about you after you're gone?You know, of late I've spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about this.
They might say that I was the sort of person who knew what he wanted and went all out to get it. The sort you couldn't say no to. They might hail me as the hero who all but turned the world on its head, who defied kings and routed armies to avenge one dearest to him. Already they have started giving me all sorts of names, names I'm still not altogether sure I deserve: Savonn the Filial. Savonn the Brave. Savonn the Minstrel King.
And then, doubtlessly, there are those who would throw a feast when I die. "Good riddance," they'd say. "He should never have been born." This used to bother me quite a bit. But then I've realised that once I'm gone, no words can hurt me, so I've given up on caring.