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What is your role in the story?

The Supporter

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Oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine.

You live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. But alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! You are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask?

But I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? It's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor.

"I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. It is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? You give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long.

You can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. You are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. You bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged.

But what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? Will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day?

One must live long enough to see their heroes die. But are you brave enough to take their place? The only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts.

"Am I good enough?" They whisper in your ears. You answer that yourself love. For the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle.

It is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

The One at the Crossroads

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Questioning yourself again?

Well it's a hard choice is it not. You always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. Are you good or evil? Dark or light?

Alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. They are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? You are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust.

You doubt you can even trust yourself. The caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "You are evil. You are a monster. You are bad." Well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you.

My dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. You are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. You do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't.

But if I may, you can be both. It is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that?

You do not deserve pain, correct? So never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. Sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I.

My advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. Always question, always wonder. Do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. You deserve good things in life.

So as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight.

Breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

The Chosen One

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Back again young one?

Still not comfortable with your new title? Yes, I can see you are one that prefers the simpler things in life but you do deserve the rank they have given you.

Oh little sparrow, have you just now realized you are an owl? Soaring the skies with gleaming, outstretched talons. you lived your life blinded to your own abilities, but now the truth is out. You did not ask to be a hero, which pains my heart to the core.

But alas, the people have given you something so true and bittersweet you cannot bear to refuse them. For they have given you their trust. they praise you, songs will be sung of you, ballads written, feasts in your honor.

But "why me?" you quietly whisper to the stars. if you could speak their language you'd hear their simple reply, "because." You, out of the finest candidates were chosen to be a sacrificial lion in golden chains. Your loved ones chanted your worth as it echoed from the steeples. But what was your say on the matter?

I guess you had little to none, and unfortunately, neither do I. But destiny is not a burden, it is a gift, you feel weighted by the entire world, your shoulders ache from the hopes, fears, and dreams of the people who have chosen to follow you.

But their adoration isn't blind my dear. You are strong, you are worthy of the armor, of the crown. When you look back you will realize that you, my young god, were truly the savior many called you. Do not run from your purpose, seek it. And I do not mean the heroic of sorts, no, search for what makes you alive young hero, for here's a secret, you are just as much a hero to others as you are to yourself.

It wouldn't make you a villian, to tell them no...

The Fallen Prodigy

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Hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it?

I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it?

Oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? Turning away in fear of what they once admired. Your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted.

I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you know, Do they normally cower at the sound of your name? Ah don't fret, that makes two of us. The masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend.

The villain finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. You two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? To save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love.

Is that why you chase loneliness? For is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? But don't become bitter from the pain. Trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. Please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it.

You are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. The scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. Your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. But keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart.

I'll be rooting for you my friend.

The Antihero

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Ah yes, hello edge lord.

It is lovely to see you again. You my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. You my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned.

You follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. And you can meander along them wonderfully. You strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals.

People tend to see you as strange. Sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. Unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. Saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect."

And might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. You wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? You are brave, but you are lonely.

You know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. You are not a villain, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. But nevertheless you are no hero either. You put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them.

You long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. But for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? Please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms.

It's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. You say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. You wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away.

Please little wolf, accept you are lovable. You are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are.

Young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

The hero Villain

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So we meet again, don't we?

Pity, I hoped our reunion would never occur. Oh, pardon my discourtesy would you? But I really find tyrants unpleasant to the mouth.

“Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis."

I have seen many before you fall, and I will see many after you descend as well. Oh don't give me that hateful sneer, you more than anyone should know the expanse of my kindness, but vain little heroes are but villains in different shoes.

You grew up wishing to prove yourself, you were good once, or I thought you were. Maybe you were born nasty. You strove to reach the stars, for you felt unworthy, ha, perhaps you were onto something you pushed those you saw as dirty into the dirt, face down in the name of righteousness.

But one does not merely hate for hatred itself. All abhorrence stems from fear. You call yourself a savior to merely stomp on the ones beneath you. Would you like a bitter truth? No one's beneath you, some just strike more worry into your heart. Are they better than you?

As much as I'd adore saying yes, there might still be hope for you yet. After you swallow a few slices of humble pie, and wake up to reality. You cannot force anyone to change. You cannot force anyone to do anything. It is as simple as that. Reality has very few set rules and somehow even then people find a way to break them.

You're not a god, little beast. It's time you stopped acting like one, for one day a real god will smite you where you stand, and they will be disguised as the "lesser" people you mock so bitterly.

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