Chapter 2 - How I lack will - A loser's end and beggings

Where do we begin? With the tale of how I ran? Or the beginning of the many epics you made about my shameful defeat? Tell me, o sorrow, how I came to be the greatest bard of my own tears? Come child o who carries thy hopeful eyes. Come, hero of one's fallen surprise. Listen here and listen well to how I became known as the grand losing bell.