A New Purpose: Revised

Assuming every compassionate, war-hardened hero he had made an obvious attempt to surround himself with understood that he had never wished to, nor enjoyed, performing centre stage in the tragic story that was The Great Prophecy was Percy's first, foolish mistake. Although he'd never push the dutiful responsibilities or isolating burdens he had to carry onto anyone else's willing shoulders, he'd never been able to lift the entire weight of the oppressing sky himself. Every innocent memory Percy had with his adoring friends was painfully tarnished and permanently stained with the black smudge of heartbreak and trauma. The naive, confused and angry 11-year-old that woke up that day in the infirmary - with a determination hotter than the deepest depths of hell in his eyes - was nothing like the impassive, blank identity he saw in the broken mirror on the dawn of each new day. Weary. Heartbroken. Defeated.