I WILL PROTECT YOU 'TILL MY LAST BREATH | Best Epic Heroic Orchestral Music | Epic Music Mix
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The last of his clan of warriors.
His arms tired from repeated blows and strikes in battle and his leg shot with an arrow, a poison barb for a tip, and blood dripping down the shaft.
He shields the only child that had survived the massacre of her people. Breathing heavily as he struggled against fear and rage as the poison did its vile work.
He turned to the small girl,
“Go, young one! I’ll hold them off! You must escape.!” But the child was not willing to leave his protection for the darkness of the escape tunnel that led underground.
“It’s alright child.” He said softly, “I will be right behind you once I deal with these creatures. You must live-“
“SO SHOULD YOU!!” The terrified girl shouted through her fearful sobs and tears. “I can’t survive on my on! What if they follow me?! And you couldn’t make it? What if…”
The warrior gritted his teeth and yelled in agony as he forced himself to stand, snapping the arrow.
“I won’t let that happen daughter of my brother….” His eyes flared red with battle rage. “I WILL DEFEND YOU TO MY LAST BREATH!!!! I will keep my promise to your father! You shall live!! I swore to him I would not let harm befall you. And I will keep that promise!!!!!”
With that he swung savagely at the attacking monsters that strive to crush him beneath their massive clubs. At that moment the you , scared girl turned and ran into the tunnel. Yelling as she did,
“You better catch up with me!”
The warrior answered with a mighty roar as he struck down one of the beasts. The girl ran onward.
Once she had gone, the warrior fought without constraint. Slaying all who approached within his range. They fell like leaves in the autumn winds.
As darkness fell, the warrior stood still. Blood and sweat covered his shattered armor like a cloak of glistening scarlet. He slumped on the ground, the end of his strength had come. He could do no more.
“Brother…I have kept my word…your daughter….she … is…..”
As his sight blurred, he saw several lights coming out of the tunnel. They were a neighboring clan , all armed to the teeth. The young girl at the front ran towards him.
“Hang on!!!! You will be alright!!! You can’t die yet!!!”
The man lay as medicine men attended his wounds. He looked at the tearful face of his niece.
“I always keep…my promises…”
Naturally his knee took the arrow.
Holy cringe. Stop doing that
@@Admlass no, it's beutiful
Beautiful😭 Definitely needs more likes.
To me, the text looks Japanese or Chinese, translated into English. Very well done 🙂It kind of has a different context. I am not sure though. I might be totally wrong. A great story anyway.
A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.
For war is supposed to be waged for what we believe in, not for erasing our opposition
gonna copy it
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” No hero marches into battle merely to destroy for the sake of destroying. He marches into battle for the sake of conserving. He marches not because he trying to break free from something, but because he is bound to something. - G.K. Chesterton
Good quote
alkeep this quote the rest of my life
"I love not the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."
- J.R.R. Tolkien
hey did you know that J.R.R Tolkien suffered from serious arachnophobia and had pstd from being in WW I
@@erikeselius8276 yeah that makes a lot of sense
One of the key quotes from the whole LOTR. Tolkien knew why virtuous men fight.
Let them come as their is one dwarve that still draws breath in Moria gilme
And Tolkien was one of those great authors, who actually knew about war and its consequences, he fought in WW1 in particular at the Somme
"A true warrior will not let anyone suffer but himself."
Well said my good sir! U have my utmost respect!
@@jeneralkatonhuhu6189 salute to you comrade!
That is so true, I found that out
John 15:13 KJV
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."
Love is sacrifice. †
I say we stand with our men in life and in death!!!
No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his brother. Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame. For one person, in the dark where no one will ever know or see.
Do you worship carpenters trees bedecked with silver and gold too? You do know, King James forced his scholars to only put lines in that were approved by the King? Do you wish to discuss the origins of religions?
Cause you don't even pronounce YeZeus Cristos correctly. Who was Yeshua ( Joshua ) to the Jewish People. Do you know who Ra was? Or Ro? Yet you spew forth quotes from lost battles of the Crusades like they were religious quotes. Did you not know, even the Saints were not religious. But stolen figures in History elevated to Sainthood just to help the church gain followers?
.gtfooh with that corrupted perverted stolen falsely claimed religious quote.
@@loganc9441”Remembered only… as JACK.”
The highest praise anyone can give in this day and age is respecting a culture not their own, for the common ground they share. And I gotta say, maybe you Christians got somethin' goin' on.
As a father the image of the soldier protecting the innocent child brings tears to my eyes. Reminds me to always protect my wife and children. Especially my wife, she has suffered enough in this evil world as an orphan child.
May you and your family be blessed.
You got this brother
God bless you!!!
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 ❤
Stand strong brother..we are with you
I’m not even a father and this image made me cry. You don’t have to be a parent to understand the emotion of protecting the young from pain and suffering. We should all strive to do this.
"Death can have me when she earns me."-Kratos of Sparta
"Courage is not the lack of fear. It is acting in spite of it."-Mark Twain
The little hand on his back is deeper than one might realize. All a man needs to keep going is acknowledgement and appreciation...that little touch provides both and this exhausted warrior raises his shield to meet the next wave
Whenever I hear one of these, I imagine myself heading into battle, sword and shield in hand, letting out a battle roar. I can't be the only one.
throw away your shield and go for dual hand or a claymore man...
My shield will be yours brother
I feel the same way when i was in the military for 10 years
Have sword will travel 💪⚔
I´m not just imagining it. i´m doing it. In germany we say "macher" : D
"A man stands up for himself but a stronger man stands up for others "
"Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser-men to light the flame"
This is... inspirational.
The girl is his charge. His last charge. He feels death taking him.
"I am not done", he whispers pas blood flecked lips.
He feels a tiny hand through his armor.
"No. You are not."
Yes. Absolutely. I love it. Thats exactly what I see in my head with this story.
I'm gonna steal that...
There’s always something so powerful about a warrior protecting children from those who wish them harm.
i happen to be a guardian, someone who will always be there to protect children. it is no small feat to keep a child safe even when hell is happening all around you and your only thoughts are "i will not let this child get hurt or die. i will kill anyone whom tries to bring harm to this child." To my fellow guardians, Stay Strong
This is me and this is my daughter she may not even realize it now but she has always been the hand in my back from the moment she was born I knew in my heart as long there is a beat a pulse a breath in me no one who brings her harm will stand the wrath that follows
Kinda like the movie the sound of truth
The difference between a hero and a villain is a simple one. It's hope. A hero gives it while a villain takes it away. The hero does not need to survive. He has already chosen his path.
The villain once had hope until it was taken from them.
@williamwinder5011 @garlikbred5170 what about Anti-Hero? 🤔
@@kutomi86 an anti-hero is still a hero. Superman is a hero, Batman is an anti-hero. Superman can't ruff up the bad guys too much and has to always do things above board. An anti-hero beats the bad guys into a coma and doesn't always do things above board. But at the end of the day innocent get to go home and the bad guys go to jail.
Batman is also not completely anti hero. He doesnt kill@@williamwinder5011
That picture is so powerful.
Fear not the one with nothing left to lose.
Fear the one with only one thing left to protect.
This image is really powerful
A warrior on his knees
Surround by the enemy
Battered and bruised
Yet he will not fall
He can’t
He won’t
"Legends say to be weary of who you cross, for humans are Formidable Creatures, Despite their short lives, each of them posses a will unmatched by even gods, Do wrong by the right Human, and they will uproot the world, Watch the skies burn and Slaughter Gods in their wake."
@@northernalpine4350 You know come to think of it, that's actually literally true! Good point
reflecetiv
"Tankers may not be the most revered soldiers on the battlefield, but as the shining shield in the frontline, we stand strong and proud, protecting our fellow troops from harm and ensuring victory for our nation." That's us Tankers
“I will protect you” I try to live by these words.
I want to gain the strength to protect myself and those around me.
To be a pillar of hope in a fight.
To be that wall that a villain cannot climb.
To be a shield, it requires strength. A strength I’m willing to gain but I say it’s not easy.
I SAY WE STAND WITH OUR MEN IN LIFE AND IN DEATH!!!!!!!
“If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand with you, give them respect. I’m forget stand against you, give them no mercy”
-Random person on RUclips
@@SnaltyPotato2 Wow. Wise words from the "Random person." Claim your quote, because it is an inspirational one.
"PLEASE STOP! You've done enough, please stop hurting yourself for me." Touching his back gently.
"I can't, I made a promise to you, to her and what is a broken life filled with empty promises." Looks to the men starting to surround them.
"No matter what, no matter how I WILL PROTECT YOU!" He lets out a long laboured breath. "So please when the time comes you must escape and leave all this behind you, you must live on."
Ducking her head and letting out a single tear. "Thank you, *Whisper* but i'll never forget you"
I just.... beautiful.
I love things like this, when a soldier, tired and wounded and ready to sacrifice himself to take down the last of the enemy, finds something innocent, precious and beautiful, and goes out of his way to save its life, even at the cost of his own, the battle, the war.
yes, yes, yes... that's what heroes are made of... the real, genuine stuff... wish we'd have more of this kind of stuff in our DNA to defend the cause of others...🙁🙁🙁
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Let's take a minute to thank the owner of the video without ads. I appreciate this
It has ads lmao
@@ivansalamon7028 I think ads get forced by RUclips, no matter the video
@@aidanryan4301 It doesn't matter, it interrupts MUSIC. It literally played in the middle of the song for me. Doomsday is here.
The moment when you've forgot your Adblock.
Premium doesn't have ads.
"Each life, a rare jewel."
"Worth fighting for. Worth dying for."
A Man becomes a Soldier to protect what he holds dear,
That Soldier through a selfless act of valor becomes a Hero,
The Hero through his deeds and sacrifices inspires others and becomes a Legend,
After many years the Legend is told and retold countless times until it is believed to be only a Myth,
But that Myth will become the inspiration for another Man to take up arms and protect what he holds Dear.
Lieutenant: "where are you going private"
Female soldier: "to protect my boys"
My brothers. Hear my voice!
I am tired. Of this war, of this battle, of this life. But I will not drop my shield because I’m simply spent.
No. I see my final hour in the horizon. I see death welcoming us in his arms. I am eager but before I greet him. I…we have one more task.
This child. This girl. The enemy believes that she must be destroyed because she follows no known path but her own. They believe that the ways of the old justifies her crucifixion.
I say to you now, that if this was frowned upon by the gods, then she would have been taken long ago. I believe that she is our answer to this cruel world. All she’s ever seen til now are the monsters at our doorstep! She is terrified and scared…and that is something no child should feel. They should be given a chance to see this world, to love, to laugh, and to live.
And with that said, I will hold my ground and stand in front of her.
When the arrows come, I will shield her.
When the swords bear down on us, I will shield her.
When the gods bring the fury of the world upon us. I will shield her.
What say you brothers! Am I standing alone?
Very well. Then raise your shields! Oil your bodies! Sing your song of victory and death. And let give this enemy a wall of shields that protects this flame. In the name of the gods, she shall prevail!
For our children! For our wives! For our nations! For her future! We fight! Now…
TO ARMS!!!
TO ARMS⚔️
a warrior is not someone who fights for himself, because no one has the right to take another life for their own selfish greed. The warrior, for us, is one who sacrifices himself for the good of others. His task is to take care of the elderly, the defenseless, those who can not provide for themselves, and above all, the children that will guide the future of humanity.
~ Sitting Bull
Thank you for adding "Tell Her I Wasn't Scared" and "Till Death" here among thos other awesome tracks. You are incredible. I hope you lovely community loving it. :)
Big fan my friend i'm watching all you video 🔥🤩
Where can i find Collosal trailer still burning. Didn't find it any from RUclips
"Tell her I wasn't scared" is the most humanizing peice of music I have ever heard in my life.
@@rogerderwolf6380 Same here. I've been looking for a long time. I searched Colossal Trailer's soundcloud and didn't find it there. I checked every music that was tagged on the video (hoping that two titles were accidentally swapped) and still failed to find it.
Her entire village was burned to the ground by these monstrosities, mum and pa covering her cold body as the night drew on. When I found her, she wanted to cry, but looked like she had actually accepted her fate... I had to take her from that hellish place. What else should I have done? My entire brigade had been wiped and the Royal Forces had since been routed into a retreat but... I was selected to be head of the vanguard as our main army retreated back to the coast to reintegrate with the incoming reinforcements. The King's fleet wasn't but a night away, just over the horizon, and the vanguard flank had to hold out. Still, this curious little girl with red hair... How did she manage to survive?
The lumbering undead sprawled from the muck and mud, groaning and sliding along the gravel as they tried to get on their feet. I will say, fighting man has no equal, but fighting a partially decayed skeleton warrior of a bygone era... Now that is real fear. They are formidable foes, able to harness the skill of their previous lives, while combined with the unflinching will to press on, even while half-destroyed... My archers pelted them with missiles and javelins alike, yet most shot straight through their rotted flesh and rusted armor. The captain issued heavy knights to move up and form a line, which I immediately pushed up into the ranks myself. I look back at the little girl, looking for hope, looking for any sign that I should continue my fight. The little girl... She just looked at me with such fearful eyes. She was so scared, and we had no way to link her with the rest of the forces, so she had to stay with the captain. Such hopeless eyes.
Rotted stank flooded my helmet, forcing me to gag and hurl inside my helmet. I was a fool to take it off, but I certainly would have drowned. A volley of jagged black arrows zipped through the air, and a shield wall was produced swiftly. One, two, three arrows punched into the wood, nearly tapping into my own gauntlet. My flail made short work of the last skeleton warrior, but only if I aim for the head... These dastardly beings are nimbler than they need to be, but I can see why - limitations of the flesh do not apply to those already dead. Heavy clanking all around my ears, the cries of pain as my line began to faulter, and the loud drone of clashing steel rung in my head. One lucky rotting knight kicks my breastplate and knocks me out of the line onto my back, and I lay and watch as spear-wielding skeletons run my comrades through with ease. I pick up my flail and immediately return to the line, using my own soldiers as means to hold the undead back. I grabbed my companion, who was once alive, and threw his entire body into the advancing crowd. Moans and guttural shrieks sounded off as he tumbled through the masses, knocking quite a few over. I spin to my captain, but he was already long gone... Rotten coward, he even left the child.
I swung my mighty flail forward, shattering a skeleton's skull like a clay pot, kicking a shielded foe to the ground, then lunge for the child's hand. With the only survivor of this slaughter in my arms, I took her from that place, muttering soft words and covering her ears with one hand. She was too young to hear the nightmare around her, to witness so much blood and carnage. Anger, sadness, grief, it flowed from my eyes like a mighty river, which I simply could not bear. So much fighting, all for it to end like this... Thinking so hard and reacting so little, however, got me stuck in the center of the village - right in the middle of the undead army. I had nowhere to go, no cover to hide behind, and no more ground to run across. I set the girl down, brushing her hair from her face and gently resting my forehead on hers.
"Young one, I will die protecting you. This will happen." I speak very plainly to her. "Those crates, hide behind those and don't say a word." I point to some debris nearby. She surprisingly shakes her head and tugs my dagger from its sheath, pointing it outwards to the unflinching undead.
"NO! I said-" I try to exclaim, but a sensation of warmth suddenly flows over my entire body. I look down, feeling something embedded deeply in my chest and poking out the front of my breastplate. I grunt, then fall to my knees, and darkness swept over my vision until there was nothing left.
"Are you..." a small voice calls from the darkness. I cannot see anything.
"... I am dead. I have fought valiantly and lived a full life... Take me to Eregaal, so I may battle forever in the armies of the Kragalos." I say to the darkness.
"... Get up. You aren't done yet..." the voice calls out again. I see a flash of green perforate the darkness, followed by a crack of lightning somewhere off in the distance.
"Have I done too little? Is my glory too few?" Another blast of green light shocks my vision, then another blast of thunder rocks my ears from a much closer proximity.
"Please... I need you, mighty warrior. Get up!" the voice cries out once more. I feel it then and there, a force beckoning me back to the light. I felt compelled to then open my eyes, and there... The little girl held her hands to me, necromantic and ugly magic flowing from her fingertips and into my eyes. I could see once more!
"My glory is incomplete! I cannot join my brothers... Not until I'm done!" I instinctively shout without thinking. In a single motion, I stand up, fiercely ripping the javelin from my chest and throwing it through another nearby rotten knight. The undead stand firm, unyielding in their yearn to kill me once more. My flail meets each target squarely, and this newfound strength inside my body fueled my bloodlust as each strike completely shatters their bodies and armor. I was unstoppable!
Arrows could pierce me, but never slow me down. Swords would cut me, but I would never bleed. Maces would crush me, but I would never faulter. The battle raged on for hours, even as the storm swelled from the ocean and met the village. Winds rocked roofs from their homes, glass shattered to the ground, and fires were doused slowly. I watched as the undead certainly had too much, and had to retreat into the forest beyond, leaving me and the child alone in the center of the village. I cried out, raising both arms and shouting a mighty battlecry into the rainy morning sky. My spirit echoed from the valley into the beaches, meeting the shaken bones of my coward captain who certainly recognized my cry of rage. With nothing else in my lungs, I looked at the little girl and bent my knee to her on instinct.
"Brave warrior... You have saved me. Thank you." the little girl embraces my bloodied breastplate. I could feel nothing, not even the heavy rain washing the encrusted, rotten blood from my plate, or the little girl's heavy sobs in my arms.
"What is your name, valiant knight?" she asks me. I... Suddenly cannot remember. Who am I? I look at my gloves, tangled into my mangled fingers and armor. I have no memories in my head, nothing inside me except dank darkness.
"... Mhf... I do not remember..." I mutter out.
"... Then you are Lok-Thraa... Weathered Knight." she responds, gripping me even tighter.
"... Lok-Thraa... Yes... I am Lok-Thraa." I respond on instinct.
Sunlight breached the distant hills, striking the sides of the remaining few houses and hitting the mauled bodies of the undead. Embers rose from their rotting flesh, dumping huge plumes of smoke and fire as their bodies ignited from the light. Ah... Right... Necromancy doesn't work in sunlight. I sat there, waiting my turn as the sun rose above the hills, thinking about nothing at all. Sunlight finally bathed my entire body and the flames erupted across me. Embers shot out of my mouth and eyes as my flesh deteriorated into vapor and steam, leaving little more than charred bones and smoldering armor in a pile on the ground. I was finally allowed my restful sleep...
"I will not forget your deeds, Weathered Knight...! I won't forget you!" she grips my charred remains and belts out a mourning scream into the sky.
Man wrote an entire plot and it all made sense
@@3notdeadyet651 it's what I do, I write stories!
this is way too good to only have 7 likes
@@SaladKnife. thank you so much ^^
Amazing writing good sir, wish I could know what happened next for our young necromancer
"fight not for power or for status, but fight for love, the love of your kin and those around,so they may live on in your steed"
"What is Death to a man who has spent his life protecting?"
"All it means to men like him is an end to duty. To them it means almost nothing as long as the one they protect lives. You can take everything from them, their money, their happiness, their home. But something you can never take is their honor, to them it is only second to the one they protect, and they will clutch it with a death grip. Never cross one of those men, or more accurately never harm the one they protect, because if you do... Well, not even an army could stand between you and them.
Honestly though that first track made my heart ache.
Please pray for me brothers. I am a father with no community, no brothers to stand with against the enemy. May God bless each of you in your battles.
God Bless you and keep you. Continue on in this life, and in this fight, for one who is closer to you than a brother, our Lord Jesus Christ is with you . . . always.
You have brothers. Way more than you can count! Us children of god will always stand together into the mouth of the abyss hand in hand!
God bless you
"YOU are the future, not me... not anymore."
damn
That’s deep
Can I use this in my story? if you say no, I won't!
@@ChiagoziePeter Sure
I cannot protect the world.
I cannot protect my people.
I can protect her.
As long as there is blood in my veins, she is safe.
As long as I stand, she is safe.
I do not have much to give, nor long to live, but what I have, I give to her.
My love.
My reason.
My heart.
My everything.
I still breathe, therefore she is safe.
If this is to be my end, then I will make such an end as to make the Gods themselves tremble at the thought of harm coming to her.
So come to me.
Come to me all who wish her harm.
Come to me and meet oblivion.
I know where I go.
Do you?
Nicely written good sir/maam this is epic
I love this. Well said/written.
Simp
The end line is good "I know where I go. Do you?" Perfect
Damn right.
Found this whilst playing dnd, my party was all low on supply’s and they had 2 hp, 3 hp, 5 hp and 7 hp, I was on 17.
The witch had escaped and we were about to be attacked, but the entrance into the manor was small, so I as the barbain and one with most health stayed back, I held off the horde to buy my group time to plan, prepare or possibly escape, what I didn’t expect was the paladin, he stayed by my side on 2 hp and refused to let me stand alone, I raged and frenzied whilst trying to cover my friend.
I did not make it out, but they carried my friend out since he was knocked. I got a 1 and 6 so i officially died holding the doorway keeping the enemy back
I just posted my story, now I wish I posted it here. Because it’s somewhat similar, but has backstory as well. And future campaign stuff to it.
Edit: Got it!
D&D story.
I was playing a Battle Master Fighter, backstory wise, lost everything to a cult sacrificing everyone in his village. He was the sole survivor. So that’s the context…
Actual story, our party is tasked with defending a caravan and we rest in a small village we had come to before, in the middle of the night, same cult from my backstory strikes again, and we think “We got this, there shouldn’t be THAT many cultists…right?” We were wrong, in the end I had my character stay behind because, roll wise, there was a group of civilians trying to escape, and constantly failing until I had my character step in. My character died, but went out a hero, so much so that the DM let me make a D100 roll. 51+ means I kept fighting even after dropping to zero HP, and keep fighting until I had hit the instant death threshold, and in case you don’t know it, it’s your max HP as a negative…and mine was 97. So my character died, but saved so many, in that world, the epilogue we did had a statue in honour of the character, and he ended up getting worshipped like a god, to the point he became a god in a future campaign setting.
That's what Paladins do, brother.
Plot twist: The little girl was born as a necromancer. Her heart so pure that she couldn't bear to use such dark magic on others. However, she finally decided to do it, in order to control the soldier's corpse to shield herself and fullfill his last wish as her most beloved friend.
"Please dont die, Daddy", the little girl cried. "I dont want to lose you too."
"There is no one left, Sweety", her father said. Breath heavy and full of fluid. "You need to do it. When I die you need to take me over. You need to live. Its the only way you will. Promise me. Promise me you will live. Use me untill there is nothing left and then use another. And another."
She hated that she was born a Necromancer. If she wasnt the Kings daughter she would have been shunned and tossed out of the kingdom like all those before her. When she was 5 she reanimated her dead rabbit. Thats how they found out she had the power. Her father let the kingdom know. To his surprise, everyone accepted her because of who she was. Clearly the King's child couldnt be evil. The Kadeshi Family had ruled the west Kingdom of Ancor for close to 1000 years and with that rule the people and kingdom had prospered. Until now.
"I promise, Daddy", she said with tears pouring down her face. "I will."
"My beautiful little girl", he cough.
"Im a monster", she let out.
"Dont you ever say that again", he told her. You are not a monster. What you have doesnt make you a monster. What you do with it does. Never forget who you are and it will never overpower you. Never forget where youre from and you will never be lost. The Necromancers were once the most trusted Generals of every army. A select few broke that trust forever. You are purely good at heart. You could never be a monster."
"I wont ever forget", she cried. "I promise I will live."
"My beautiful little girl", he coughed, never once looking at her as he talked. Busy protecting her with his shield from the incoming arrows and weakly flailing his mace at nothing. Unable to get up because of his mared legs. "Youre mother would be so proud of you. I love you, Ceridwyn", he said with his last breath. He slumped over, still sitting high enough to protect her even in death. He told her he always would.
She screamed as she touched his back. He stood up with more vigor than she had seen in years. But it wasnt him and she knew it. Its was just an extension of her. He stood there as arrow after arrow slammed into him. Still unwavering. She looked at her uncle, Richard, a few feet away. He immediately stood up and walked forward. As well as her 2 brothers, Micheal and Stephen, her 3 cousins and the blacksmith, Carl. She felt weak, but she pushed through it. Soon 7 became 12. And 12 became 20. What was that her father once said. 100 undead soldiers could take on 5x that. She screamed again as more and more stood up for her. Her fathers army, her army, of just over 700 men began fighting back.
And live she did. The kingdom was left in ruins. Abandoned by the invading armies and all but forgotten. Looking over her legion of 5000 men and women she remembered what her father had said. Never forget who you are. She was the daughter of a former king. The queen to all his land and the people that survived that huge betrayal.
She had passed village after villaged some leaving behind her soldiers to protect her fathers people. And others that were to late to help, she added to her army. 10 years later to the day, she sits outside The Gates of Byzantium as the King cowars inside his palace. Her people will never again feel the betrayal of another King. She promised them that and she never breaks a promise.
They will again roll through like a storm. Taking every soldier and person that fights back just like the last one. Though this one was personal. Word was spread the night before as the army stood in the distance. She would take them, and go to the next kingdom. And the next. Until they were all hers. No one would know that kind of betrayal again. When they were all hers, she could finally let her army rest. Her family can finally rest. Her father could stop protecting her. She looked to the side at him. He never leaves it. Even when she tells him to.
Was she a monster now? No. She didnt think so. It would all soon be over and her army can be laid to rest.
She looked down at the paper in her hand. The one her spy had been sent in to hang up everywhere. 'The Kadeshi have returned... Woe to those that stand before Us, for We will pass them... Either making them part of Our Storm, or in heaps and ruins behind us.'
@@TheWanderersLibrary this really works
4:26 She screamed as she touched his back
4:47 He stood up with more vigor than she had seen in years
5:05 She felt weak, but she pushed through it
5:50 She screamed again as more and more stood up for her
5:55 over 700 men began fighting back
@@TheWanderersLibrary almost... but not quite.
But I do still like it.
@@TheWanderersLibrary if you just made up all that using your words you are amazing
damn, when's the movie coming out?
To be a shield that will not brake.
To be a sword that will not dull.
To be a armor that will not crack.
To be a warrior that will not fall.
"To be a Pantheon is to LIVE"
Yeah, and that pantheon is me I have lived through so many horrors and seen so many things that would've turned anyone's face white with fear and I have seen the evil of this world but also the goodness in it too and I have been through so much trauma and turmoil that it made me a fighter and a warrior who,carries their sword and their shield and I will always fight for what I believe in and for the safety of not only myself but also my family's safety too.
Under the armor, the skin, the muscle, the bone....there beats a heart.
From the moment you are born until your last breath. It continues to fight for you.
Music that reflects the bpm modulates the heart the same.
And through it all, the heart POUNDING, the more it pumps blood around your body. The more COURSES through your brain like a TORRENT. Supercharging it.
With all of this VIOLENCE happening within....the brain....in all of its magnificence..can quiet it all to nothing.
Wonderfully said
ASTOUNDING !!!
"A real hero will always find a way for justice to be served!" - All might
"It's a hero's job to turn his promises into a reality!"-Deku
The masculine urge to run into battle and sacrifice myself to save innocents from a tryanical meanace while taking down as many enemies as possible.
"Whenever you feel disheartened or that you're not enough...Set Your Heart Ablaze"
Ok, back again because I literally just thought of this:
The invaders have devasted the keep, all around was ash, smoke and the broken remains of the fallen. He has a deep wound in his side, one that will surely end him before too long. But in the haze of smoke he sees the lumbering forms of the monsters who attacked.
He is so tired.
He wants to rest.
But something proceeds the enemy. It is a brilliant spark of color in the haze and gloom, a pure golden color with a halo of white. He blinks tiredly and forces his eyes to focus through his helmet. His shield and morning star feel like great weights holding him.
The golden object becomes clear and he sees a child, no a little girl! She is running frantically away from the monsters, she cries for her mother, one among the dead and broken surely, but the cry alone sets a burning fury into his stomach. The icy numbers bleeds away as he finds strength to stand.
One of the in monster raises a gruesome club and swings at the defenseless child. He does not remember moving, but the Paladin races like a bolt of lightning to block the blow with his shield, curling himself over the girl.
She gasps in shock and when he moves, she slowly moves behind him, her tiny hand held into the soiled royal blue livery of the Paladin Unit. The symbol of a shining sun searing into her memory as the man stands, bleeding and ready.
"Step back, little flower... Least you be crushed." He wants and she shakily does. "When you have a chance, run... I will follow soon after. Just over the hill should be my comrades. Rally them."
He swallows the acidic bitter taste of false hope, but hope is all he can give the girl as well as his life. She stares at him with wide eyes like liquid sunlight in her sweet face.
He has a half mad thought that she would grow into a beauty one day and he'd be lucky to walk her down the aisles, but he knows his end is very near.
So he stands taller, shield raised proudly as he begins to swing his morning star. Getting a steady rhythm and marching towards the still advancing monsters.
He fights for her, he fights for his people. He fights and fights and fights! But he is flagging. At some point the girl ran as he told her to. He takes a hit and when he tries to get up he cannot.
He lays there staring up at the sky a small patch clear of smoke showing him a brilliant sun, not unlike the girl he saved.
He sees one of the monsters raise a crude ax and sighs as he knows he will die but then the monster knocked away the sounds of hundreds of Paladins, Soilders and their Field mages rush by one Mage and Paladin stopping by him.
"Sir Lionheart!" The Mage is a young thing, a mere boy.
"The... The girl?"
"She is safe at the camp with the Priestess! Please--"
"It.. it's too.... Late... Please... Tell her... Tell her I wasn't... I wasn't scared... Tell her to live on...." He whispers out as he slowly closes his eyes, the world blackening and suddenly he is home, a lazy afternoon spent heading sheep, dreaming of grand futures.
He dreams of a woman much older than the girl, who looked exactly like her.
'I got to see our daughter... Even if only this once....' is his final thought as he dies....
Beautiful. Just beautiful. Tears in my eyes at the end. Not all stories have a happy ending.
@@morgannelson288 Thank you; I cried too. I have a talent, or so my readers tell me, for making one cry.
what a beautiful story and twist
@@michelmanno8244 Thank you very much!
"If you want them, you'll have to go through me."
"That is acceptable."
"You will not think so."
Booyah! Hammer time.
Thank you for bringing my music together with so many beautiful people 😊
If the time ever comes, I will protect my loved ones 'till my last breath. I will be the wall between them and their enemies. I will be the hammer to strike the killing blow against anyone who would harm them. If it takes my life to make sure they're safe, so be it.
Your words in God ears
Damn right.
A TRUE WARRIOR NEVER RUNS FROM A FIGHT
Dead men don't make great warriors...
If this is to be your final hour, make it your finest.
But sir, we are surrounded!!!
Good, we can attack in all directions
@@F-35BLightningIIwe’re not surrounded it’s just a target rich environment
Death is not a choice it is an outcome of a valient warriors life. Count it for all honor to have the choice to protect precious life. For what is it worth to live a hundred years in cold lifeless solitude. Rather in mind's eye he reflection all the moments his own life held dear. His parents, his father,. His training his dedication to war and death.
Now it all makes glorious sense. Glorious divine order. He readies himself knowing his worth and skill,
Knowing he can't fail and how desperate and how delicate she is.
A deep battle roar forms in his throat and mighty chest. He WILL not fail!
damn, these pictures alone inspire me to write stories
It's 11:30 pm... I have a paper due tomorrow... epic music to listen to while writing a paper late at night right here.
quite the paper you're about to write
Did the epic music help? ;)
This is masculinity in it's most purest form 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥, many people owe there lives to this light that is the strength of man, so stay strong kings and don't ever stop being the warrior you were meant to be 🔥🔥🔥.
"Lionheart" is probably my new fav song,the song is just burning with passion 🔥🔥🛐
"Everyone feels fear, but the difference between a warrior and a coward is which way you run when you are afraid." ~my karate instructor, Bill Brown
there are things worth dieing for, worth fighting for, and holding onto. precious Holy Spirit will prevail
The words can't express of how this is the most power of us to live life. Absolutely incredible I speak on my own of what my life has been and drugs has taken my life that as a mother supposed to be there for child to serve and protect and I'm not there now. Missing the most memorable times to protect my boys . I love them and miss them very much .
The thumbnail reminds me of a short story i wrote a few years ago. Albeit a little different.
Instead of a knight with flail and shield, it is a mother clad in armor, and instead of a child, it is her infant son, wrapped in finest silk.
The story goes that she was the Sword Saint, and that she stole her own son away from her husband. The husband was the king and abused his power in jealousy over his wife's prowess. He abused her because she couldnt fight back.
So one day, she left.
She returned under the guise of a wet nurse and knight, never removing her helmet, she curried favor with the knights and even the king himself to gain access to her own son's bedside chambers. She stole him away, fleeing with desperate conviction. Her attempt would not go unnoticed however. She wrapper her son in finest silk and hid him under her bosom and she rode out in the coldest night of the winter. She could not wear her normal armour, because her body heat was keeping her son warm. She was struck with an arrow in the shoulder, but she did not stop.
She fleed with desperation in her mind and grim determination to see her son in a safe place, to steal him from the lap of luxury so he could not be raised to the same pedigree as her husband.
The knights chased her far. Through the forest and through the fields. She did not let her head start go to waste, despite her injury.
At the bridge that connected two lands seperated by a large river, she met a stranger. She quickly dismounted and handed the stranger her son and belongings.
The stranger opened his mouth to say something but she quickly silenced him with a glare. She slipped him the note she had handwritten and then grabbed her sword and shield and stepped off.
Stranger nodded solemnly and hid the baby under his robes, holding the reigns to the two horses, he disappeared in the early morning mist.
The woman knelt down and tied her boots and tied her shield to her arm, which had begun shaking. She grimaced but she stood up and waited.
The knights caught up to her before even minutes passed. She removed her helmet and tossed it aside and yelled out
"I am Sword Saint Christine, wife of King Richard, and i challenge all of you to come forth and have a taste of mine steel!"
The knights faulter, knowing who she is. Knowing her skill. Knowing they cant return empty handed.
"None have to spill blood, we require only the boy." One knight spoke, trying to appeal to the peaceful option.
"My son is far from this place and goes ever further from that mans foul influence. He shall be raised to be twice the man your king ever will be. To go any further, you will have to kill me. I am his mother, and i will sacrifice anything to see that boy raised well! Even if i will not see the man he will become, he will at least not be like his father! Talk is cheap, you cowards! Face me or turn back!"
The knight captain takes his helmet off, "Christine. Dont throw your life away like this. He needs you. We dont want to fight..."
"I understand your positions. I know full well the cruelty of Richard. But you must make your choice... the cruelty of Richard, or the wrath of Sword Saint Christine!"
The knight captain puts his helmet back on slowly and he turns away, "then so be it... if we cannot convince you, we must kill you. Please forgive us."
"Theres nothing to forgive... now come!"
The young boy grows into a man. And when he is old enough, he is given the mothers belongings. Among them is the letter.
He reads it, believing she abandoned him. The tear stains slightlu smearing her letters indicates the opposite. Sword Saint Christine was many things, but abandoning her son was never any such thing. She loved her son more thsn her own life.
When she left, she left to set up contact with an old friend of hers, to raise her son for when she would return to steal him away from her husband.
Her letter leaves the boy broken and sad, but full of rage at his father. It was obvious he was loved. But her love was never allowed to bloom.
A bit late, but holy crab, that was one hell of a story, goddamn. I got shivers down my spine reading this, it's *that good.*
Agreed. Reading stories like these while listening to the song, makes me wanna make a character like this in D&D.
I hear this music and I’m ready to lay down my life for my family
I'm already ready to lay down my life for my family
Where can i find Collosal trailer still burning. Didn't find it any from RUclips
@@rogerderwolf6380 I'm still looking for it. If anybody beats me to it, I'd appreciate any informatioin
As soon as I get out of high school I am going into the air force.
Navy
Signing for F-18/F-22
And if anyone else who reads this is planning to go into the military just remember that unless you quit, you can never lose. Even if you fail, you can sign up again. Remember that. As a wise man once said. "You only lose if you give up."
For 8 years I worked in a job that I was the first to scenes where people were dead, dying, and dealing with substantial wounds that were life threatening. It was romantic notions of death, honor, or some abstract notion of honor that drew me to that line of work. I can tell you unequivocally that death is none of those things. It's shocking, traumatizing, and horrific. However, for some reason, we all still remain drawn to this. Truly fascinating. Listening to this made me very emotional. Thank you for taking the time to create this.
No greater Honor for a Fighter, a Soldier, or a Warrior is there than to fight to Protect. No greater Duty, no higher Calling, no sweeter Responsibility. Valiantly, he raises his weapon, and with Bravery, he will fight, and for the Dearest, he shall slay.
And in Eternal Glory, he shall lay to rest.
"I fight, so that you never have to."
Your duty is fighting for our people! The enemy maybe numerous and we will possibly die fighting but know in your hearts that for every minute we hold them is one more that our loved ones have. Hold the line gentlemen let no one overtake us!
You Will not die! You fight back! From the deps of ancient caves to the start itself you fight for what you have behind. No matter what. This Is a Legacy that you will carry on you shoulders. For those asking you "why you doing this? Why fighting a losing Battle?" You will wisper in the Wind "its the right things to do if not me Who can? If not me Who can bear the burden? Who Will? If not me anoter One? One last Battle! One last swing! For those Who left! For those Who remain! This Is my last stand! And i Will take everione of them!" The Angel bow his head and keep holding his Warrior. His true God
“The differences between a hero and a true hero are that the true hero will sacrifice anything even themselves to protect the ones they love”
This has to be the stupidest thing you ever posted. stfu
I turn to my family, friends & brother.
"I may have hated myself & those in front of me... But not you, or those behind me. Now run... You must live!"
"You better catch up with us." He said, before running off.
I fought on and on after they had gone. And alas, I've done it.
I lay on the floor, medics rushing to tend to my wounds.
"Finally... I kept my promises. I'm now no longer anyone's monster."
This actually makes me wanna cry. Because! Just because!
As he draws his last breath, His arms felt heavier than ever, But in that moment of acceptance a hand brought the light, and He knew even he were to falter, others would falter because of him, drawing his last breath he takes a stand, taking up his arms facing the danger and what comes because of it. Here lies a warrior born of ash with a heart of gold.
"Oye, you see this little girl behind me? She's the most important thing to me in this world. I made an oath that I would give her a happy life. And you lot? You're all obstacles in that path, obstacles that I will happily remove."
Oye that’s cringe 😂
His kingdom defeated, his fellow knights already in Elysium.
Alone he stands with a child at his back. a simple and innocent child.
The horde at his front. His arms weak, his shield, so very heavy.
Wounded, breathing heavy, bleeding... Cold.... Numb to the pain..... but he can still feel his sword, and the warm embrace of the one behind him.
"You've done enough!" she cries.
"Your still here, yes? then everyone beyond this shield is my enemy!"
"Witness me and know your knight did his duty until the end, my queen."
"But I am just a commoner!"
"At this moment in my last breath you are my queen. Know that I fight until I draw my last breath for my people and remember this day."
"What can you do against so many?!" she asks...
"I can show you what a true knight can do for his kingdom... Give the dream of hope. NOW RUN! AND DON'T STOP UNTIL YOU CAN'T HEAR THE SOUND OF SWORDS AND THE SCREAMS OF OUR ENEMIES!"
A man supported by his wife or children is unstoppable.
.... this gave me flashbacks 2 the end of a 2 year long dnd campaign. Im happy crying.
I am listing to this while writing (some from this comment thread) quotes for my character to say, ironically he is a fearless protector of the defenseless, a shield for those without one
“It’s alright little one, just stay behind me.”
Damn reading the comments made me tear up some comments were short stories, inspiration speach and even advice for life advice for men to keep moving forward. And as a person who loves games, love fantasy stories, movies, manga, anime, books. It just took me to a different place hearing good music and reading wonderful stories.
At the very end of it all the only thing that could come to my mind was of how men as a group from all groups and races. Are standing and waiting for the time to come when they can finally shine. We are waiting for the day when we will have another chance to pick up a weapon, stand with our brothers shoulder to shoulder facing the monster, darkness and demons that will come charging towards us. We will stand with the goal to protect the people behind us. And we will face the battle field and incoming death with a smile on our face. Knowing that what we are doing is important.
The day humans reach interstellar travel will be the day men wish for glory and fame will come true .
Nuts to see the same profile pic.
Właśnie, czyli są ludzie nam.podobni, którzy rozumieją i czują to co my :)
Pozdrawiam :)
And ONE day we can finally say to our children and their children "This is why we fight on, not for ourselves, but for you"
Where can i find Collosal trailer still burning. Didn't find it any from RUclips
true
Has no boundaries on how crazy his content gets everyday and he never disappointeda us to entertain us and he always makes our day or night even better
One of the best playlists I’ve heard. I listen to it while working out. Other playlists have boring or slow parts but this keeps me going 👍👍👍👍
This is the song that will be play when your chosen.
These are top notch creations. Shivers and goosebumps. It invokes heroism to do sacrifice. Great songs compilation.
' Here they come.......Stand behind me, kid'.
Listened to this while we were fighting the Illitihid boss in a DnD e5 quest.
Three of us, a halfling paladin, githyanki psi-warrior and dragonblood magician, we were fighting till the end, blasting and striking against his psionic defenses, screaming with victory and drinking whiskey. It was a glorious moment
"Never before has so much been owed by so few"- Winston Churchill
Beautiful and Inspiring. I''l be adding these to my music collection I listen to on my headphones when running and working out
'Those who are opposed to violence are protected by those who are not..'
"I didn't run away this time right?"
"No, no you didn't."
"Promise me you'll look after them."
"I promise."
In the realms of unprecedented medieval legends, whispers abound of a solitary warrior who hailed from the revered Stockholm clan, said to be guided by an unbreakable creed: "I will protect you till my last breath." Across the blood-soaked battlefield, their adversaries, staunch warriors of the Iron Will clan, stood resolute, bound by their own solemn duty: "I will do my duty till my last breath." This clash of honor will be fleeting.
The sole warrior, a beacon of unwavering resolve, faced the Iron Will warriors, their eyes burning with unyielding determination. With each clash of steel upon steel, the battlefield became a tempest of fury and valor. The Stockholm warrior fought with unmatched skill and ferocity, his barbed weapon is a manifestation of his indomitable spirit
One by one, the Iron Will warriors fell, their bodies becoming mere casualties of Stockholm's unwavering dedication. Their foe dispatched them with precision and lethal intent until only one remained standing. The Stockholm warrior had decimated the Iron Will clan, but his own fate loomed ominously.
As the Stockholm warrior's strength waned, his weary body succumbing to wounds inflicted in the heat of battle, his eyes shifted to the child left vulnerable amidst the chaos. A surge of urgency coursed through his veins, urging him to protect the innocent soul entrusted to his care.
With his final ounce of strength, the Stockholm warrior lunged forward, ready to shield the child from harm. But fate had a cruel twist in store. The last Iron Will warrior, driven by the same tenacity that had defined their clan, ruthlessly ended the child's life, extinguishing a beacon of hope in a world consumed by strife.
As the Stockholm warrior's gaze fell upon the lifeless form of the innocent, his heart shattered, a wellspring of grief mingling with his waning breaths. His purpose had been unfulfilled, his guide of protection shattered by the merciless hand of destiny. Collapsing from their grievous wounds, the warrior's battered body came to rest beside the child, a final act of devotion. With eyes heavy and burdened, they closed, bidding farewell to this world for eternity.
The final Iron Will warrior, the harbinger of death, turned away, their task complete. Yet, the weight of his actions bore down upon him, his body ravaged by sustained injuries. In a cruel twist of fate, he collapsed upon the blood-soaked earth, joining the fallen in their silent slumber.
The field fell silent, a haunting stillness enveloping the forbidden territory where they lay. Their bodies, along with the innocent child, found their final resting place, concealed from the world's prying eyes. Forgotten by history, their names vanished into the mists of time, their deeds left unspoken among those who pondered their existence.
No one would ever discover the truth of their sacrifice, for the forbidden territory guarded their secrets with unwavering resolve. The flesh and bone of warriors and innocent alike melded with the earth, their story forever lost to the annals of time. Even those who had orchestrated their destinies would remain ignorant, their orders fading into oblivion.
Amidst the irretrievable champions obscure history, the Stockholm warrior and the Iron Will clan became but whispers in the wind, their legacy entwined in the silent fields of the forbidden territory. Their sacrifice is a poignant reminder of the perils of duty and the tragic consequences of a world torn asunder.
Go down fighting, and when you have given your all and a little more, feel the warmth embrace you as you slip away. Knowing that you dedicated your life to fighting, to stand proud. Now, lay down your sword and lower your shield. May the warrior rest, as all warriors one day do.
Thank u Gandolf 👍
And so he stood his ground, defying the odds, for he found the will to live, he found his reason to fight, and he will protect her until his dying breath.
Sounds like a movie plot in the making! Where can I buy tickets?
Over there *randomly points* price is 99.95 plus shipping and handling, tax free but failure to make payment will result in finger pointing and passive agressive sticky notes.@@EpicMusicVN
its not the violence that sets man apart its the distance he's prepared to go
ok, the artwork slaps but can i just comment on how goddamn huge those arrows are?
Yeah u can
The enemies are gigantic, too.
there like crossbow arrows.
aye, sheaf arrows likely; not simply wooden.
And when they seek
to oppress you
And when they try
to destroy you,
Rise and rise again
and again
Like the Phoenix
from the ashes
Until the lambs
have become lions
and the rule of Darkness
is no more”
- Maitreya The Friend of All Souls,
There’s a lot of these epic music videos, but some of them stand out to me…this is one of them…i give it a 5 out of 5 star review😁👍
"Never fear someone who has something to fight for but fear the one who has nothing left to fight for, because they are the most dangerous. They don't care if they live or die"
True. But, the one who have for what to fight and what to protect. He is rdy to do everything to protect them.
From i fall
I rise from ground
I become enemy to my own "friend"
But i realize that i was the one who betrayed him
Now i put on my helmet back....
I see the Chaos
What have I done....
This is pure chaos....
I remember now...
I just soldier follow order
But i never know what i doing or my acttion to people
But i open my eyes
I see now..
Those word ..
"Good soldier follow order"
Is was mistake....
My Jedi friend.....
My loyalty and honor to him
Das bild alleine ist schon der hammer
"Shields defend hearts. Both yours, and those beside you".
Whenever I hear these, I make a alternate battle movie in my brain cuz, why not, its fun. :D
Totally deserves some likes for some very good efforts.
I have also been stuck in Crete for 10 days longer than I was suppose to.
I also make scenarios run through my mind as well😂
I’m an adult but I can’t help myself!
I’m sorry you’re stuck in Crete if I remember that’s near Greece? You could imagine your a spartan warrior!!!
@@dyingcockroach3472 Η ΚΡΗΤΗ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΗ!!!! ΟΛΟΣ Ο ΚΟΣΜΟΣ ΚΟΣΜΕΙΤΑΙ ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΟ ΦΩΣ... ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ!!!!!!
ye crete is biggest island of greece
This is awesome! I love the background you used as well!!!
In games I really lived this, and it was like hell in a paradise for warmongers. I didn't regret a single time I would sacrifice my physical health to keep enduring and pushing to save those friends. Sometimes they would give up and watch as I fought alone, but let me tell you it was a brilliant experience!
Imagine swarms of people who are equal to you moving like free-for-all waves of chaos and hopelessness across the map, a scene where everyone seems to be fighting so hard it was like their real lives were on the line. People would try so hard that you'd see them push their limits every second just to somehow survive in that mobile mosh pit where everyone is fighting for their lives more than they were running for their lives... and they never stopped running, neither forwards nor backwards.
In such a battlefield I once thrived in that chaos and obliterated anything that excited me, because I was far more desperate and hungry than all of them combined. They all wanted to live and I did too, but my heart would be soaring in such morale-killing scenarios. My heart would scream "Kill Me" while my body screamed "Just try it", which would be when I most felt a light in my eyes. I have named that light to be like "a light of glory" since it meant I could probably fight at 110% of what I could do, genuinely turning off the limits in my brain and damaging my body after enough hours of constant adrenaline and desperation.
That feeling of joyful suffering and the glory that came from your death where everyone remembered you and feared you, all respecting you while hating you.. It just would not exist when the light of glory appeared in your eyes I guess? I could hit 250% of my normal capabilities even if I temporarily lost my eye sight where I can't see people unless they move even if they are in front of me.
Eventually I found there was no glory and endlessly tempering my heard and sharpening my martial mastery over the opponents who I knew I could beat, so I sought out more respectable things!
Instead of hunting people and shattering areas of the maps wherever I went, I would hide away and defend one place with the strength I just couldn't exert on those weaker than me.
The feeling of being like a star breaker who was hidden away in a stronghold, defending the area..? The glory was unmatched and I realised this would need to be my purpose for the holiday of that time haha!
Endless people would swarm up once someone found me, because they would feel so overpowered that they viewed me as an unbreakable raid boss. I would let the enemies retreat even if I was hurt and needed to remove the threats, and if they swapped to ranged tactics I would merely avoid it all for as long as possible by whatever means necessary without leaving that tiny platform. The power I gained felt surreal, because I realised that when I truly dedicated myself to making sure no human nor gust of wind passes by me? Even if it meant risking my life to stop whoever is most likely to do so, I would finally feel like I was at my peak!
Star breaker? It was a fitting name since all I remember was my heart soaring and my hits feeling heavier, a feeling that would multiply every hour. It was the mountainous duty I had on my shoulders, like that responsibility of never failing my purpose until a real worthy king comes to land the finishing blow,... it was this responsibility that made everything I do feel like I weighed more than the fortress I stood on. Despite that incredible strength that people could even feel the pressure of when seeing me, I was capable of moving quickly and I would be extremely tactical with when I would take damage, so long as nobody even made it 6 steps forward. I would eventually be besieged for weeks where I'd spend entire days trying to endure my exhaustion while making sure nobody could pass.
I remember that it got so hard that I would often start questioning why i was doing this, and whether it was worth passing away in real life to make sure no one pass, and I remember my entire life flashing through my eyes for entire minutes whenever I won. The conclusion I discovered was that it was worth it. I would die here but even in my final moments of weakness, none would make it past me. I would make sure even my body just standing there lifelessly would terrify anyone, so around that time I would push even harder and louder than ever before as a form of repentance.
My only regret was my previous personality.
But hey! I lived just fine, disappearing in a nice way and then my life only getting better and healthier.. Now it only looks cringe in writing haha.
(I hope you enjoyed the real story I chose to use since people liked making them up here.)
This was the most legendary nosebleed ever
The picture tells it all!
We all felt the need or had the thought to protect someone! Its the purpose that raises the ethic!
Family, love, friendship...
Unfortunately not everyone appreciates that...but what the huck, I felt good with myself and after all I did something good! Am I brave? Yes! Am I stupid? No! I am a human who things that people have the logic to understand... Those who don't understand, are not humen...
Peace and love people around the world and especially Ukraine 🇺🇦 and my country Cyprus 🇨🇾 ☮️❤
Well I understand.
I'm human and I only want world peace.
It is the Emperor's will, that we fight and die, to save humanity from the enemies without, and within.
The fastest 30 minutes of my life, let's gooooooooo!!!
The strength and determination a person can possess while protecting the ones they love is unlike any power the feeling of hate could ever produce. If magic is real, it lies within the minds and souls of mothers and fathers.
"It's not fighting for the one I love that was the problem, it was finding the one I was willing to love and fight for. But, I think now, I found her. So... Come! If this is all you can muster then I'll have no problem protecting her! If it's not, then I'll fight for however long it takes for her to escape."