From the third telling of the world’s demise.
And the heart of the world was weary, the heart of the warrior was broken, the heart of belief no longer beat, but instead despaired. A glimmer, though, a glimmer of possibility waited on the horizon. For that, the heart beats on, gaining in strength as it gained in purpose. The telling is thus: the reflection the warrior sees is not the truth, the words floating on the air like dandelion seeds twisted in on themselves as Spirit becomes a weapon in the wrong hands. Then the warrior shall need all the strength of the earth to hold to the truth.
To find the power needed to stand tall.
And to overcome the enemies that surround.