Составьте рассказ на в стиле фентези, на уровне 8-9 класса, 180 слов, ❤ ​

рассказ будет о вечном воине, которые своей доблестью но curiosity пал в руки зла против которого воевал, и умер стыдной смертью.

it was the time, when everything was peaking, where was shocking. everyone would fight for the spot in life. none of those would be scared of thinking such. the survivory, you see, a delicate thing, and could be lost, meaning death, very easily. but one day, everything would be changed, by the arrival of the traveler. a gigantic sphere so powerful enough to terraform entire worlds and thus being the one everyone eyes should be watching to. and that was the time, when golden age began in humanity. but nothing is eternal, though. traveler's ancient enemy, the darkness, would arrive to sol system, bringing many extraterrestrial civilizations to sol system, and not with good intentions. and that was the time, when collapse has happened. a few survived it, yet their description of was what happening differs, some claim it was like an infinite march of enemies, some say it was like the darkness have surrounded you to your own legs. but that wasn't for long, as the traveler, sacrificing itself, pushed the darkness far away, and before dying, created ghosts. ghosts are the small drones wielding light and managing to bring back from death, and the ones they've risen, soon shall be called guardians. and a few centuries after, ghost finds a guardian, named rezyl azzir. a noble titan, the living legend, who's light was stronger than ever. his power grew, swift and unrelenting. but one day, he would visit the hive fortress on moon. he would say his ghost to stay away from it and that if he wouldn't come back after 5 hours ghost will need to leave and tell everyone that rezyl azzir is gone. but, rezyl returned, but it wasn't rezyl who he was before. he someone different, he dredgen yor, now. sorrowed by hive and their dark rituals, he had returned with different opinion about light, claiming that it was weakness, not a gift. and thus he did, killed his ghost, calling it a shell of misery, with his new-forged gun from his old rose, a thorn. because for every rose, a thorn. but his stranding wasn't for too long. once he had caught his eternal enemy -- shin malphur, a noble light-wielder, disgusted by darkness, he wanted to end yor's heresy. making the two solar gun shots the last thing, he has felt in his chest.

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