In all honesty, I am only 13. I am very new to digital art, so all criticism is accepted! I need it to live! This is not great, sorry!
Backstory: (In the form of a poem! Sorta.)
Oh how the mighty have fallen. He was a warrior. A savior. He went to the caves. The dark. The echos. The screams of the victims. He thought he could. But he couldn't. He wasn't enough. Not enough. And, oh, how the mighty have fallen.