[Sarah54321]

"They say that the god was like Ryart."

It was hard for you- learning to fly when you were little was more like a stepping stone in comparison to this! Learning to fight, learning to be strong, it was all for the right cause. Even still, you didn't know how well you'd do in the end. After all, it was pretty difficult to rise up to the top when there were so many splendid people already fighting. Even still, you did your best to contest to them.

Wielding your blade and spear, you trained day and night. They said that strength in not just body, but mind was required to be a wonderful hero- a person that people would look up to. You assumed that you had the mind for it, but the body? It was difficult to defeat those Black Door Phenomenons, let alone other people that were up to no good!

Even still, you flapped your wings and soared into the sky, before diving back down and crashing into the Jammer that was attempting to attack you. Striking and tossing it away, you wheezed a little bit and smiled. You really were getting stronger.

There was some form of achievement when it came to being able to be strong like others. As you marched back, you happily hummed a tune, one from long ago. A name to a song that you didn't know about. Even still, you came to stop and glance around you.

It was dark, now. Exiting the dungeon you were in, you supposed that you were inside for a long while. Spreading your feathered wings, you took to the skies.

Perhaps it was fate that brought you to the top of the shrine. As you landed down upon the grass, you breathed in the smell of flowers and cool breezes. However, your golden eyes caught sight of someone...

Someone stepping towards the edge of the cliff- about to fall off. It was a reaction you didn't know you had in you. Speed you didn't know you had. You dropped your weapons and made a mad dash towards the person. Grabbed their shoulders and yelled at them to stop.

Yet, the person only looked at you, and you almost felt petrified. The dead look in their eyes, the blank expression they had. It was as if the life was sucked out of the person you just saved. Any sort of heroism and pride you felt drained from your body as you realized what sort of situation this was.

"Why won't you let me pass?"

The words caught you off guard, and you released their shoulders. Frozen in place, you had no real reason. You didn't know the person. You only had the sense of 'this is wrong' settled into your mind. Opening your mouth, you tried to explain, tried to reason, yet nothing came.

The person pursed their lips, said nothing at all. You were stuck as they stepped backwards.

You saw something sparkle in their eyes, perhaps a glint of the moonlight on the clear sky, as they suddenly plummeted towards the ground. Yet, you didn't let them perish alone- You leaped after them, didn't you?

Tears in your eyes, you screamed not to throw away the life that someone so willingly gave them. You could see, in the split second before you crashed into them to raise them into the sky, a hint of surprise.

Being a hero didn't mean being strong physically all the time. You had to be ready for everything.

You had to understand to save someone.

"They say they come from a land of kindness."