Oh, how I long for the days of getting lost in the pages of a great adventure, where not only my mind, but my heart, soars for an honorable quest. Every day I learn more and more why I love fantasy and the rise of a reluctant hero. As I look around me, I see a world full of excuses; people blaming someone or something else for their own weaknesses and failures; too many pessimists lying daily by the gates and refusing to stand and carry their mats.
Where are the moral quests
and those with the fortitude and integrity to face their demons in the midst of
their fears, and rise above them?
Where are the dreamers who
dare to hope and do what they must to rise above their situations?
Who has the courage to
rise out of the blight and reach toward the heavens and change their stars?
There has, and will always
be, class warfare. Money and prestige isn't what makes the difference -
but the heart. The heart determines whether we are heroes or villains.
It's the compassion and determination that can take a poor farmer and turn him
into a knight in shining armor, or a make a king into a tyrant, or gives
courage to a valiant prince to lay his life on the line for his kingdom, or
turn a beggar into a rapist or thief. Yet, the daily squabble continues over
who has and who has not, and I search the faces for a reluctant hero to rise
from the masses.
If fantasy has taught me
anything, it's this: The sword is in my own hand. It matters not
who I am, what I have, or where I'm from - only who I want to be, what I want
to achieve and where I'm going. I am my own hero - and I control my own
adventure - I determine what kind of story I will live. No one else has
that power over me.
What about you? Which
character are you?