2.14 All of us have fears we wish we could conquer. There is something about conquering them that gives us a sense of empowerment and pride. It makes us a hero. And who doesn't want to be the hero of their own story? Artist: Mood studio.
Master Guardsman
Lyle took a deep breath. This was his final test; if he passed he would be promoted to Master Guardsman. He released his breath and stepped forward into the Demon Fog. Here his fears would become reality and if he could not conquer them his mind would forever wander the barren wasteland, haunted by demons. Focus. Clear your mind and focus. Find the gem and escape. His armor felt tight and rubbed against his leather clothing. Lyle risked a glance at his sword hilt and felt each of the nine gems on it. He had won them at different locations around the kingdom, each testing his resolve and skill. There was one empty socket. Lyle walked for what felt like hours until he found the pedestal with his tenth victory gem on it. He smiled and placed the final gem into the hilt of his sword then he turned around and walked back the way he came. Perhaps the Demon Fog didn’t work on him. Perhaps he had no fear for the fog to prey on. Out of the corner of his eye, Lyle saw a dark shape glide past him. Something was following him. There had been reports of a giant wolf preying on the nearby villages, perhaps this was its home. Lyle drew his sword. Wouldn’t it be perfect if he returned to the King with his final jewel and the head of the beast plaguing the land? Lyle climbed a boulder shaped like a carved helmet. It looked oddly familiar but he didn’t have time to think about it. He saw the shadow of the wolf in the distance. It slowly moved toward him until it stood over him. It was over fifty feet tall. Lyle swallowed, calmed his heart, slowed his breathing, and fell into his Hawk stance.
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