In each story there is a man who struggles valiantly. Against odds that he turns to his favor. He fights for love, lost or yet to be gained; sometimes to be rejoined with. He fights for glory, namesake, or honor. He fights for allies. He fights for a people or person. Perhaps even a nation. He fights for a goal that was, at the beginning of his endeavor, impossible.
Sometimes he does battle with his obstacles. Other times, he sets his wits against them. He falls, but rarely fails to return to his feet. He learns and grows. He gains control over that which he must do. He rallies his allies with ease. He treads his path alone.
He maintains his humanity in the end, though it may flounder from his grasp. He allows the foundations of his faith to be shaken but never crumbled. He questions himself always, but find balance in rewriting his morals. He finds courage in the strangest times.
Wherever his path takes him, he stands ready to crush his adversaries, be them external or internal. He not only carries the flag in hand, but also in heart. He tastes victory and does not turn his back to it. He makes the sacrifices he must, but does not cross the lines he drew in his soul.
This man of greatness. Of pure human quality goes by one true name, though many call him by several. He is not a martyr. He is not an idol. He is not a protagonist. He is not a saint, nor star, nor god. He is a hero.
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