For A Better Tomorrow
This world is a dirty place. The streets reflect the darkness forming in the souls of those who walk it. Clouds of black death cover the sky preparing to rain down the pain and sorrow of the planet and its people. The rain falls and like acid burns anything it touches, slowly corroding the planet and eating at the people trying to live through it.
The world is dying.
Criminals run rampant, stealing and killing for the sake of their own amusement. The people, they are too afraid to stand and fight, too afraid to risk it all for the greater good, too afraid of a pointless death. But how did things come to be as they are now? Where is the justice that once kept the world at peace? Where are those who gave the common people the strength to fight? Where are the ones that fought to protect those who didn’t have the strength to protect themselves? Where did those who kept the order go?
They are dead.
But hey weren’t killed in battle, they weren’t killed by someone stronger than themselves, they never lost a single fight, never killed in any of the many brutal wars they fought in. None, except one. They lost to time. Although they were gods amongst men they could not live forever. In the end, they lost to time, and slowly, they faded away. And the people, so used to being saved and protected, had long forgotten how to fight. They had long forgotten how to stand on their own two legs and walk forward with their own strength. Not one person had the strength to stand up and take the places of those fallen heroes. And because of this fear, because of this weakness, the world slowly deteriorated into what it is today.
But then it happened.
A young man willing to risk it all stepped forward. His family, taken from him by this brutal world. His friends, torn from his life by the demons roaming the streets. He was a man with nothing left to loose, nothing but his pride and his will to take revenge for those taken from him. He thought back, back to when he was a young child, back to when his parents were still alive. He remembered the stories they told him, he remember the smiles on their faces as they told him the tales of those who once protected this world. The shine in their eyes as they illustrate the planet in all its beauty. The fields of grass that went as far as the eye could see. The sun in all its radiant glory bringing new hope to the world each day. And the sea, the beautiful blue sea. They way it shone, they way it gave life to everything it touched. They told him of the heroes that stood and fought to protect that beauty, the heroes that gave everything so the world would have another peaceful day. Those memories, they gave the young man strength. They gave him the will to stand and fight, to push forward, through the darkness, through the pain. It gave him the strength to fight back. He pushed forward, he went to the heart of all this pain and suffering, a place believed to be hell itself. He went forward, never looking back, only looking forward, looking into the eyes of the demon himself. He stood before him, a mere child in comparison to the demon standing before him. But he wasn’t shaken, he didn’t fear him, he stood before him and spoke of justice, the justice that has long been destroyed, the justice that must be re-created. The demon stood there in a daze, shocked at what was happening. The idea of a mere child standing before him speaking of justice was so absurd he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. In his confusion he began to laugh, a chuckle full of hatred and pain, a laugh that didn’t belong in this world. But the boy just looked at him and stepped forward, then he said the last words the demon would ever hear. “Your laugh, it doesn’t belong here. You, you don’t belong here either. You destroyed this world, you created all this pain, all this suffering. I will destroy you, I will show you what true justice is. You must see it now, my justice. Come, be the first to witness the true power of my justice, be the first to witness the blade that will cleanse this world of all the pain and suffering you have created.” The young man brought forth a blade as big as he, a blade that shone brighter than a million suns. A blade that could cut the darkness that has long engulfed the world. And in a single stroke he slew the demon. And with a mighty cry of victory he rose the blade to the heavens letting it shine in all its brilliance. The light grew brighter and it slowly drove away the darkness. The people began to come forth, curious as to what this strange phenomenon was. At first it hurt, the light burned their eyes, it burned their skin, it burned the darkness that had been living in them for so long. But it didn’t take long for them to accept it, it didn’t take long for them to remember what that light stood for. The clouds began to disappear, and the sun shone through revealing a beautiful blue sky, revealing the hope that had long been lost. But things weren’t over yet, the world still had many shadows, but things were a little different now. The people remember that life is something worth fighting for. They remembered what if felt like to have hope and faith. They hoped that things would continue to get better, and they had faith in the hero that would lead them into that new world.
My justice has finally come.
The world is dying.
Criminals run rampant, stealing and killing for the sake of their own amusement. The people, they are too afraid to stand and fight, too afraid to risk it all for the greater good, too afraid of a pointless death. But how did things come to be as they are now? Where is the justice that once kept the world at peace? Where are those who gave the common people the strength to fight? Where are the ones that fought to protect those who didn’t have the strength to protect themselves? Where did those who kept the order go?
They are dead.
But hey weren’t killed in battle, they weren’t killed by someone stronger than themselves, they never lost a single fight, never killed in any of the many brutal wars they fought in. None, except one. They lost to time. Although they were gods amongst men they could not live forever. In the end, they lost to time, and slowly, they faded away. And the people, so used to being saved and protected, had long forgotten how to fight. They had long forgotten how to stand on their own two legs and walk forward with their own strength. Not one person had the strength to stand up and take the places of those fallen heroes. And because of this fear, because of this weakness, the world slowly deteriorated into what it is today.
But then it happened.
A young man willing to risk it all stepped forward. His family, taken from him by this brutal world. His friends, torn from his life by the demons roaming the streets. He was a man with nothing left to loose, nothing but his pride and his will to take revenge for those taken from him. He thought back, back to when he was a young child, back to when his parents were still alive. He remembered the stories they told him, he remember the smiles on their faces as they told him the tales of those who once protected this world. The shine in their eyes as they illustrate the planet in all its beauty. The fields of grass that went as far as the eye could see. The sun in all its radiant glory bringing new hope to the world each day. And the sea, the beautiful blue sea. They way it shone, they way it gave life to everything it touched. They told him of the heroes that stood and fought to protect that beauty, the heroes that gave everything so the world would have another peaceful day. Those memories, they gave the young man strength. They gave him the will to stand and fight, to push forward, through the darkness, through the pain. It gave him the strength to fight back. He pushed forward, he went to the heart of all this pain and suffering, a place believed to be hell itself. He went forward, never looking back, only looking forward, looking into the eyes of the demon himself. He stood before him, a mere child in comparison to the demon standing before him. But he wasn’t shaken, he didn’t fear him, he stood before him and spoke of justice, the justice that has long been destroyed, the justice that must be re-created. The demon stood there in a daze, shocked at what was happening. The idea of a mere child standing before him speaking of justice was so absurd he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. In his confusion he began to laugh, a chuckle full of hatred and pain, a laugh that didn’t belong in this world. But the boy just looked at him and stepped forward, then he said the last words the demon would ever hear. “Your laugh, it doesn’t belong here. You, you don’t belong here either. You destroyed this world, you created all this pain, all this suffering. I will destroy you, I will show you what true justice is. You must see it now, my justice. Come, be the first to witness the true power of my justice, be the first to witness the blade that will cleanse this world of all the pain and suffering you have created.” The young man brought forth a blade as big as he, a blade that shone brighter than a million suns. A blade that could cut the darkness that has long engulfed the world. And in a single stroke he slew the demon. And with a mighty cry of victory he rose the blade to the heavens letting it shine in all its brilliance. The light grew brighter and it slowly drove away the darkness. The people began to come forth, curious as to what this strange phenomenon was. At first it hurt, the light burned their eyes, it burned their skin, it burned the darkness that had been living in them for so long. But it didn’t take long for them to accept it, it didn’t take long for them to remember what that light stood for. The clouds began to disappear, and the sun shone through revealing a beautiful blue sky, revealing the hope that had long been lost. But things weren’t over yet, the world still had many shadows, but things were a little different now. The people remember that life is something worth fighting for. They remembered what if felt like to have hope and faith. They hoped that things would continue to get better, and they had faith in the hero that would lead them into that new world.
My justice has finally come.
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