“Speak the truth and feel no fear.
Keep the flame alive
A flame of hope not of hate.
Your enemy is not a man but your despair.
Your strenght comes of body as it comes from mind.
The spirit broken in the wall of flesh is already lost
And the broken leg with the inner fire burning still
Is but a mere nuisance to the quest.
The wolves keep coming and the darkness will always return.
It is for you brave boy that their will not rise.
You are our only wall.
You are our last stand.
Go to the forest and cross the gap of green fire.
Behind such curtain lies what common and lesser men would call hell.
You will stand hell and kill it's lord.
Such is your task
The hardest task
But you can finish it.
And none other than thou.
The sage said, and when this words were whispers of the wind...the young man walked away.
Never before important
Never before respected
A man with no name, a smile to the children and a helping hand nothing more.
He was now hope.
Oh why hope has to gather itself in human form?
No good deed can ever succed of this.
The warrior leaves the village and then the wolves begin to fall slowly from the skies
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