Stories had been told for generations, each child knowing exactly the same as the next, a brave hero who could face any odds in the name of all that’s good and right. He had once thought himself such a legend, his ideals were in the right place however his execution took away any such grandeur. But the smaller man, robed in tatters and unfamiliar with kindness knew better than most what the word truly meant.
He stood tall. Took a deep breath, and faced forward. He felt ready for whatever was coming, even though he did not know what actually was coming. He brought up the courage even though people have been saying he could not. But he did not care; because he knew he would do it the best he could.
Stories had been told for generations, each child knowing exactly the same as the next, a brave hero who could face any odds in the name of all that’s good and right. He had once thought himself such a legend, his ideals were in the right place however his execution took away any such grandeur. But the smaller man, robed in tatters and unfamiliar with kindness knew better than most what the word truly meant.
He stood tall. Took a deep breath, and faced forward. He felt ready for whatever was coming, even though he did not know what actually was coming. He brought up the courage even though people have been saying he could not. But he did not care; because he knew he would do it the best he could.