Role

Chapter 5

The years come and go much like the bird upon the wind or a fish in the
stream, they are sometimes riding the flow but many times they are just
challenging the power of the elements. It seems as though this is another
reality, another truth, that not just in royalty but in every walk of life if
someone or something believes in their worth they will at times have to
challenge that very thing which provides them life. During the time inside
the academy of Galadon that this man spent learning the arts of war, the
arts of a warrior, reading and learning many of the histories of this world.
Finding that long ago that their was once great forces of magic and chaos
who pitted themselves against one another. These two great forces were
hammering away at each other not caring for anything except their own
victory, which isn't a bad thing per-say. During this war a group of people
were recruited by those of the magic cast and granted fearsome strength
to battle their enemies, chosen to be their lapdogs, their footstool, a tool
for their ancient and eternal war. Much like a footstool being punished for
doing what he loved, they too were struck down by the very ones that
provides their life and strength. They were too good at what they were
made into and had to be put in their rightful place. These proud and
frighteningly strong warriors were betrayed and beaten but they never
stopped believing in themselves or their purpose, they would live on, they
would fulfill the reason for their creation, they will destroy those whom
foolishly play god. Much the same way a rebel feels within an uprising
from tyranny of an oppressive ruler, the feeling of a kinship to these men
and women grows with each word of their story. The very skin of this
mans body filled with tingling sensations and a fire that flows through
chest and stomach upon a realization. Is it fate, is it coincidence, no one
knows, why is it that one story of a lowly footstool, parallels of their story of
this forsaken past maybe it is just life a truth all must face at some point in
their future. What does it mean to find a place where one belongs is
anyones guess, but his place seems to have found him.