I will hold the warrior's sword, but in the name of whom do I hold it? I cannot bear to stand on the rocks with the blood flowing around me and the scars in my past, I have been bound to what I have been created as and I wish to continue, but to what allegiance do I owe, when I cannot follow in the footsteps of uncertainty, and lead those who suffer under regimes of bloodlust to their own, and our own mortal doom?
I see reflections in the mirror of the past, and I do not wish for it to be repeated with weapons more terrible than ever, what has Man come to when he has created such a device to perform such evils on innocent souls?
I must turn and face the truth, be it with a bloody arrow or a bright sword, thrust through the heart all the same... We must find the small path which we all desire but cannot yet grasp, which is written in the future and desired for in the past.
Take my hand and fly with me, grasp the reins of destiny, hold back the floodwaters of our enemies and make them understand, let them instill their trust in us and lose their hatred for us. This can only be done by example, and the example starts with you.