Heroes“You are heroes!” ~Lady_IaniteHeroes, they were called. The heroes of Mianite. But what really makes a hero?One was the disciple of good, loyal to his god since the beginning. He remained ever so loyal when he kept getting #Rekt during the devil’s siege. It seemed like his god abandoned him when he needed him the most, but he never gave up faith despite how many times he scream and yell at the sky. Or at his ruined base. His god awarded his patience.One was also the follower of light, standing beside her boyfriend when their homes were under siege. She was as loyal as her companion and kept the boys in check and made sure they didn’t destroy each other too much. The two followers of light strengthened their relationship throughout the war, a feat that that not many can accomplish.One was the complete opposite of the spectrum, the disciple of evil, the friend-turned-sworn enemy. He was also loyal to his god despite the number of times he failed the one
Mere ExistenceI was not born into this world. I just came into consciousness. I had no memories prior to bursting into existence, but at the time, I didn't really question it. It was as if someone jump-started me awake and shone a bright light in my eyes like thrusting open the curtains into a dark room. Though no one taught me to speak or walk, I seemed to have the ability to do all these things- I had a consciousness about the things around me. I had opinions about things I never came into contact with, and yet I still didn't question it.I was in a room, rather, sitting in it. All four walls were bright white, even the floor and ceiling creating the illusion of a white void as there were no windows and no doors. Oddly enough, there were no light fixtures, and yet the room was bright, and shadowless. I don't know how long I have been sitting there, starring at the blindingly white wall, but in those moments I had no thought processes that I could recall. It were as if I was... Not yet
Horseshoe Scar -PrelogPrelogAs I inhaled the sweet taste of my wine flavored cigar, I knew that today was the last day of my suffering. The sun peaking over the mountains, the coolness of the morning air seeps across my skin, and the painful actions of the past seemed as a distant memory at this moment. Finally free at last from the confines of my self-made prison. As I walked down the glistening road, I started thinking about where I started out and how I got to where I’m at right now.My family helped me along, but it was I, who brought me out of it all. At one point, I forgot who I was entirely, but then I started thinking about the words of a forgotten friend. “Life is life, it does what it does, but for those who cower when all hope is gone, they will not gain true peace”. I am defined by my actions, my words describe me, and I am my own. Whatever life throws at us, we can choose to cower or to fight. The choice is no one else’s.
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