......The cold air mocked my lungs, the snow danced merrily on my wounds. I could hear
them shout and say "Give up, there's no use, you can't win" my body beginning to succumb
to the cold, would heed my call one last time. "Who does he think he is?" they barked as i
rose with my blade in hand."What purpose fuels him?" On my face was the look of a man
possessed....not with rage,no, with determination. Still calling for me to give in I answer
their question with the authority of a king, "You ask what drives me? What force could push
a man to defy the grip of death itself? It is the same thing that drives a child to
overcome his father's burden, that drives the blacksmith to forge legendary blades, Will."
As I drew lmy final breath, I claimed my birthright, and shouted it to the 4 winds " My Will be done!"
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