I'm never alone. Every day was another battle to fight. A battle that was defeated already, but needs to be defeated. The power of will was never enough, nor was the strength of previous battles. Every day was the same. Agonizing. But one cannot win a war with a simple one man army. There was a man. a man that would feed me and love me like a father. A very elderly man that would always repeat these words "You are the savior of your own war, the iron heart of your own body, and the gleaming light to your own soul. You will conquer every task at hand. You are the gleaming light to your evils, and I will be your sun." He slipped his last breath of air with the slur of my name and passed on to the clouds. I missed him. With all of my heart. But why miss a man that never disappeared? My evils were gone, my troubles were conquered, and my war was won. But not by myself. I feel his arms around me each and every day. But now he speaks to me with different words. "Together, we will gleam the world's abyss of evil and relieve all wars of every soul in the world we breathe in today." And there was the sun.
