<font size="5]Allen - My Path[/font]
Somewhere, it seemed, I had lost my way.
I had made such great steps from my youth. From someone without a past, an assassin, a criminal I had moved forward into the light. Defended my home against a siege of undead. Helped my allies find the reason behind a city of vanished people, and watched as they destroyed an insane AI. Made my way into a city consumed by the essence of Chaos, and then been empowered by the Chaos as I helped defeat a Fallen God. Slain more than one dragon in defense of the innocent, and then worked alongside a dragon to do the same. I had even been summoned to Avalon along with my allies by some unnamed spirit, and while they fought off a taint that was threatening the land, I had faced off against the darkness of my own past and been rewarded with the Sword of a Knight. Been recognized as someone who could follow in the footsteps of one of those knights of legend.
All while being a mere human, with some paltry artifacts to aid me, while my allies were people who would better belong in legend. The Chosen of a God of Light. A man who bled fire. A demon who fell in love, and chose to fight for the sake of that love. Many others were counted among thier number and I knew very well that to the world I seemed little more than a sidekick. An accessory to the sheer power they provided. Yet I didn't mind, for we did good and helped the world.
Somewhere along the way, I lost that.
My allies were gone. Faded away, scattered to the winds, without even rumor to hint at where they had gone. I myself, I admit, am much the same. Worried about keeping oaths I had made, I faded from the world and forgot about the path I had chosen to follow. Now? Now I am unsure if I even remember how to be a warrior. How to be a Hero like I was once called. Yet it seems that is what I need to be again. Hints of darkness led me to chase clues away from my home and into other realms. Other dimensions. Even as I try to track down the threat, I wonder if I can even manage to face it.
My skills have faded. The blade I was gifted still slumbers, and I lack the knowledge to awaken it. I am merely human, unlike my lost allies, and lack the sheer power they showed. Worst of all, for now I face this nameless threat alone.
Yet face it I shall, as I try to find the parts of myself that I lost. Even if I stand alone, I will stand against that which threatens the innocent. It is simply part of who I am.
Even if all it leads to is my death, I cannot help but follow my path.
Somewhere, it seemed, I had lost my way.
I had made such great steps from my youth. From someone without a past, an assassin, a criminal I had moved forward into the light. Defended my home against a siege of undead. Helped my allies find the reason behind a city of vanished people, and watched as they destroyed an insane AI. Made my way into a city consumed by the essence of Chaos, and then been empowered by the Chaos as I helped defeat a Fallen God. Slain more than one dragon in defense of the innocent, and then worked alongside a dragon to do the same. I had even been summoned to Avalon along with my allies by some unnamed spirit, and while they fought off a taint that was threatening the land, I had faced off against the darkness of my own past and been rewarded with the Sword of a Knight. Been recognized as someone who could follow in the footsteps of one of those knights of legend.
All while being a mere human, with some paltry artifacts to aid me, while my allies were people who would better belong in legend. The Chosen of a God of Light. A man who bled fire. A demon who fell in love, and chose to fight for the sake of that love. Many others were counted among thier number and I knew very well that to the world I seemed little more than a sidekick. An accessory to the sheer power they provided. Yet I didn't mind, for we did good and helped the world.
Somewhere along the way, I lost that.
My allies were gone. Faded away, scattered to the winds, without even rumor to hint at where they had gone. I myself, I admit, am much the same. Worried about keeping oaths I had made, I faded from the world and forgot about the path I had chosen to follow. Now? Now I am unsure if I even remember how to be a warrior. How to be a Hero like I was once called. Yet it seems that is what I need to be again. Hints of darkness led me to chase clues away from my home and into other realms. Other dimensions. Even as I try to track down the threat, I wonder if I can even manage to face it.
My skills have faded. The blade I was gifted still slumbers, and I lack the knowledge to awaken it. I am merely human, unlike my lost allies, and lack the sheer power they showed. Worst of all, for now I face this nameless threat alone.
Yet face it I shall, as I try to find the parts of myself that I lost. Even if I stand alone, I will stand against that which threatens the innocent. It is simply part of who I am.
Even if all it leads to is my death, I cannot help but follow my path.
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