The Hero

Looking at the window from a distance, the hero knows he isn't welcomed in the castle. It wasn't stated in word nor in writing, but he feels the vibe. It wasn't that he was hated, or so he thought, but rather not the preferred one.

The hero in the rain

A glance downwards saw an image of himself in a puddle, and he could understand why he might have not been preferred. Standing facing the mirror is a man, complete with faults and blessed with shortcomings and filled with fortitude to expose them to the world to see and judge.


He still remains a flawed posture of calmness with cracks showing only to a selected few whom have developed the vision to look through his emotional armour. It has always been this way. He never shows other emotions beside joy and anger. He compresses them inside so much, he feels empty at times.

(To be continued...)