This is a story snippet I wrote a couple of years ago.
I thought I would share it, because....I just thought I would so there
Once upon a time in a land not so different from your own, there lived a young man. He was a special man, though plain at first sight to see. Like all people he had a name, but what he was called by others matters not for it is not nor ever was his True name.
Everyone has a True name, a name that defines one's essence, though like our young man, not everyone is even aware of it. His True name was something lengthy to say at best ( for sometimes even the most simple looking things hold the most complicated mechanisms) but it is suffice to say that Brightest Light will cover the shorthand version of it. Indeed he lived up to his True name in many if not open ways.
When he walked into a room, those who noticed him smiled.When someone was sad they would seek him out for a session of listening and chat, even if they were barely acquaintanced to Brightest Light. Should he arrive when the weather was angry with torrential storms, others would ease up and say to each other "After all what is just a little rain?".
Brightest Light was a Healer though he was busy playing Knight. He was unaware of his name or gifts. All he really wanted was to become a hero. Slay some dragons ( before he was educated on how they are really not all
that bad), rescue a damsel in distress or two and perhaps spend treasure found jewels in local taverns drinking the finest ale deep into the nights.
Poor lad. Fate has a way of twisting our tales to Her own desires.
smoke in the air that comes with roast Chimera meat. There were moments as he honed his body with push ups that he could smell the sweet perfume left to him as a trinket from a damsel who was distressed no longer. Over and over he relived this dreams all the while training and when done training, adventuring. He roamed from country to country waiting for his moment of heroism to arrive.
Alas dragons were rare and not all that large or threatening. Indeed their reputation was founded on rumours so that cowardly men could seem brave. It was a sad fact to learn that dragons were now an endangered species .
As for damsels in distress.......it was so hardto find an honest damsel. The ones he tried to save were only distressed by their own shortsightedness and shortcomings. He could not save them from their own indecisiveness, dishonesty or lack of discretion and good character.
Heroing was just not Brightest Lights thing. Somewhere deep inside he knew this and somehow it made him weep......just a little mind you and very much inwardly for a Hero always stands tall and strong.....even when he really sn't a Hero.
Do not weep for him. There are many ways to being a Hero. Fighting off monsters and saving sweet maidens is only one Path. One Avenue. One Way. Our young man is a courageous fellow in his own rights for he took on a Challenge few would even glance in the direction of. Was it a Cockatrice? Perhaps a fierce Kracken? A pack of lovely flesh eating Sirens you guess? You are wrong on all accounts my friend. In some ways it was much worse. He ran into.........The DarkHearted Queen.
C/S/
The White Knight 
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