“Come hither Child, much is not known of the history of the ancients and few and far between are the tales of the fantastical, the majestic, of heroes. Tale that inspire the people in these trying times. The land lies dormant after millennia of war and disaster. Some say it lies sleeping others say slowly dying. What I tell you isn’t a tale of heroes. It’s a tale of people who simply lived their lives; that in it of itself though makes them a little bit special and unique in these waking moments of chaos, strife, and terror. For their simple actions shaped our world.
Ask yourself Child what really makes a hero? Is it that they do or don’t do right… wrong… good… evil… in each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions. That path intertwines like the great canals of the empire weaving the tapestry of what was and what will be connecting us all. So what is it, then, that makes some choose selflessness, the need to devote themselves to something greater, while others know only self-interest? Isolating themselves in a world of their own making, ignoring the monolith that is reality as it comes crashing down? Some seek love, even if only unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal, some seek hope and salvation, others redemption for a dark past. There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God’s absence while others follow a path of noble destiny. But in the end, right, wrong, good, or evil…what we choose is never what we really need. For that is the ultimate cosmic joke, the real gift is that we were left behind. We survive.
Come Child let me tell you a tale."