Alright, so here's my entry!

The vowel I eliminated was the letter A. I hope the formatting turns out A-okay (heh heh)!

PERDIDIT HEROS
by Mice_renice

This is the story of me—the story of my life, of my purpose, of my heroism…

I’ve long since moved on, but my people still remember me. In the old times, I fought evil with fierce intensity. I brought down countless enemies. I rescued lost souls, holding my ground in the toughest of duels, restoring my country to its former prosperity.

My powers were driven by instinct. I know not how I received them, nor precisely their limits, but I did know of their intense desire for justice. I could not control them. They consumed me.

It must’ve been some prophecy from the olden times which lent me my powers. When the people first met me, they seemed to know me. They’d begged for me to relieve them of the oppression which they’d endured for so long. Something within would not let me deny their request, so I conceded to become their hero.

Evil withered under my reign, but no one in the present will ever know of the splendors I showered upon the home of my people. They loved me. I loved them. In those times, the kingdom grew much.

...Yet no hero is without wexkness. My Xchilles heel wxs x piece of me thxt wxs missing—x trxit I’d never possessed. My instincts spurned me onwxrds, but the more I obeyed them, the quieter my own hexrt becxme, until I wxs nothing more thxn the shell of x being trxpped inside x ‘hero’s’ body.

This hxd been foretold in the prophecy. The hero would lift the bonds of the kingdom—would rescue the dying Hexrt of the country by becoming x new one. But x hexrt lives for the body, not itself…

My powers grew exponentixlly xfter thxt. I wxs x burning flxme, sexring xwxy the shxdows xnd putting the wxr to its end.

I becxme xn xnimxl. The people hxd never seen xnything like me before.

But in blxzing to my highest potentixl, I burned xwxy whxt wxs left of my former self. In thxt finxl bxttle, in xll the hopelessness xnd despxir, the Grext Hero--me--gxve his life to forever destory the thrext thxt hxd for so long plxgued the lxnd.

Life blossomed. The stormclouds moved on.

Stories of my rise evolved into legends. From legends they grew into myths. But now, without their protector, my people once more teeter on the brink of destruction...

Xnd I cxn do nothing.

I xm stuck in something of x limbo. Perhxps this is x curse from my bxttles with evil long xgo—thxt I would be left to wxtch my beloved home crumble into nothingness. Indeed; without me, everything light hxs become dxrk.

They need x new hero—x new prophecy. Sxdly, until such is given to them from wherever these things come from, I cxn only look on in lxment.

Without me, they’re missing x piece. Without me, they fxce the sxme fxte thxt I did.

I do not wish for this new evil to txke their lives.

This is the story of me—the story of my life, of my purpose, of my heroism…of my return.

It is the story of the Lxst Drxgon. 

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I used the absence of the letter A to emphasize the hero's dilemma in the second half of the story...I wanted to combine the contest's theme with the story. I hope this was acceptable!

Good Will Prevail

No “U”

            We divide the world in-between heroes and villains. But really, how do we classify people like that? Just because someone wants to have control of the land doesn’t make them bad. 

Take me for example, I do want to have control for, if I don’t gain control the entire earth will die. I have the power to fix the world. I can make it normal. I can make it better. And I can make it clean. 

Thanks to the pathetic heroes however, they don’t want me to. The typical definition of “villain” is “A cruelly malicious person who is involved in or devoted to wickedness or crime; scoundrel” 

My version is “A person trying to do the right thing to help and is stopped by a person who does not want a good world” I mean I’m not wrong. 

One day I tried my hardest to help. Yet again I was shot down. That so called hero is gone now. We villains are way more powerful than heroes. They are only right on one thing: Good will prevail. 

“Come with me!” Blaze snapped at me “I’m not letting this go on any longer!”

“Why?” I asked “Too tired? Too weak?”

“Listen, Dragontooth, too many people are dying!”

“Not my problem” I said and flipped onto the roof and ran away. Seconds later I transformed into my secret identity. 

Now I am Claire Reckon. The prettiest girl at school with blonde hair, light skin, and pale blue eyes. I’m also Blaze’s girlfriend. A perfect way to get information. 

I run back to where Blaze is and pretend that I’m being chased. “Blaze!” I yell

He turns around and runs toward me. “Claire!” He yells “Watc-“ But his warning was shortened by one of my helpers tackling him from behind. He thrashed for a while. Then a helper and I get into a “fight” where he ends up grabbing me and holding a dagger to my throat. 

“Either come with me” He says in a deep voice to Blaze “Or she gets it.” 

Blaze trembles. Then comes the decision I’ve been waiting for. 

“Have her.” He says strongly “I’m not coming.” 

“Fine” The helper says. He throws me to the floor and retrieves a small camera from his helmet. “The world will want to know about this. The heroes are nothing”

I smile slowly. Then stand. “Well Blaze looks like I have to reveal myself.” He looks at me mistook. I smile even more “Looks like my boyfriend won’t hesitate to let himself live instead of being a villain.”

“A villain? They are the worst people ever!” He says in shock.

“Careful who hears that” I say and then transform. My blonde hair turns raven black and into a ponytail. My pale blue eyes turn fiery, and I am wearing a black body suit with random fiery stripes on it. “They might not like that”

Blaze steps back in shock “N-no it c-can’t b-be! Not Dragontooth!”

I take a step toward him. “Let’s finish this now” I thrust out my hand and a fire dragon spirit races toward him. It whirls around him and soon nothing is left of Blaze. 

This was the beginning of an end that was coming sooner than I expected. That’s another story though.

Maybe it will be known. Maybe not. Who knows? 

Anyway I can’t say anything else in case someone finds this. 

            ~Dragontooth

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I have two more questions. One is a second question about round 2--for each sentence, do you start over again from the beginning of Pi? Or do you keep going from where you left off in the digits for your last sentence? Like, just say you made a sentence with 3.14. Would you then, for your second sentence, make it with 15926? And keep going through pi for your sentences? Or do you make them just all start off with 3.14?

And for round one, is it okay for me to write a short story that's fanfiction, or to make a story that's a short retelling of a classic fairy tale or maybe an elaboration on an Indian folk tale? I was just wondering if it had to be entirely original or not.