Our Fallen Hero Gaston

    He was the only one we knew who could save that poor girl, trapped and enslaved by some monster in that godforsaken tower. Gaston was the best hunter in our village, albeit a cocky and arrogant one, but such arrogance is warranted when you're blessed with his skills. We needed him and he knew it. He'd parade himself around the town's tavern calling everyone to arms, cursing the monster, and ensuring us that he'd take it down. Like the story of Beowulf and Grendel, a story which we knew he never read, we had faith in his abilities and prayed for him as he set off for the castle. Nobody save for Gaston had the courage or the gall to approach it since Belle was taken by that thing.

    We sat in our homes and the tavern, cowering behind our walls as our hero trekked his way up the cliffs to the stronghold, knowing full well that whatever lay inside could prove to be his end, though he didn't care. Perhaps he was going on this journey to further reinforce his self image, perhaps he truly cared about that poor girl trapped by the beast in spite of his constant teasing of her, perhaps it was because he knew he was the only one who had the slightest chance of success. So when we saw his fall from the cliffs to his demise, when we heard his screams come to  sudden stop when he reached the bottom, we knew our chances were grim.

    Our fallen hero Gaston failed to save the beauty, and was slain by the beast.