I've been fighting since the day that I was born. The Gods are loving, my people say, yet they've always been so cruel. They placed us in an endless battle for survival. I've defeated lots of foes. I've survived the freezing mountains and the raging seas. I've fought the beasts that inhabits them and Men whos hearts are black. I've met all types of danger to my life, and I trust my sword to keep me safe, but Love is a different type of foe. It stinks in us all and we are too stupid to fall for it. They say that Love conquers all, yet how could that be if Love is a form of weakness? A device designed to deceive, to blind, and to control. A weakness that every men seem to suffer. My people had been dying for our beloved Homeland, Kings lost their heads because of Love, and I have placed myself willingly from the comforts of my homeland into the hostile nation of our enemy out of the love I bare for my Father and for our people. I've placed myself into danger out of Love, and I wonder, why do I subscribe to such weakness? Why do we, when all reason points the other way? Perhaps there is truth in the old words: "Love is the most powerful thing in the World." It conquers us all, dragging us toward our own downfall, and we, in our willingness, leap into its abyss. Love is the most dangerous thing in the World, and I pray it doesn't kill me.
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