[Sora4591]

" This is a rough place Tyr. There are going to be people that want to stab you in the back for their betterment.
That will reach for power at every chance. Everyone is scratching and clawing and trying to find their way to the top."

You don't know how right you were when you told me that. I was a little boy then who ventured out into this world alone. A boy who carried a legacy that casted such a dark shadow that I could never escape. I accepted it and told you that I would bear the weight that my brothers did not. I would bare the weight that was too much for mother and I would bear the weight that you would not accept. A Legacy of Giants who were conquerors of the land of Meranthe. A History stained by darkness that I thought would never consume me. Yet, when I look in the mirror now. I'm no better.

What am I? Certainly, I'm no God. I thought I wanted to be. I thought I wanted be something close.
Yet, I just enjoy the luxury of being a mortal. Withering with time but still bound by duty.
My time will come, and I don't believe it will be on a bed or in peace.
It will be at another's blade.

I've been able to accept that for a long time because I am a warrior.
One that found his calling late in life. It was also my fault.
I ignored what was going on, but that it why I am making up for it now.

Some have long sense predicted my tale even before I reached my adolescences.
I am sure they will do the same of my children and their children.
It is what you bare when you have this name.
Warriors, Conquerors, and Emperors. Leaders of man, even when the land fights against you.
The true question is How far you will go?
What are you willing to sacrifice? 

Every hero is a villain in someone else's story.
I am sure that I am yours.