Show the world

Show the world what we’re made of. Show’em that we’re not weak. We’re bold. We’re warriors and we’ll fight. So show the world that there’s a chance within our little, mortal hearts. Show the gods that we won’t give up what’s ours. With our blades and our blood. With our battle cries and our strength. With our lifes and our souls. We may be tiny, but there’s a chance. So show the world that there’s a way. Show the world the way. For I will be on your side. They forgot I was once one of you, that my heart is still with you. We may be foolish, crazy, mad… Show the world (their world) how much foolish, crazy and mad we can be. We can’t give up. You know it, right? We’ve fought for this. And I don’t care that I’m supposed to be on their side. They may have forgotten over the time, but I haven’t. How am I supposed to forget? I’ve never asked for this, nor I want it. ‘Turn into immortal souls the ones who deserve it and eventually they’ll become gods’. Bullshit. We’re still humans. Even with the immortality and the power. They will never recognise it, of course. But that’s their weakness. And I know it. And I know I’m still the same human I was ages ago, and that’s why I’m by your side. So fight. You have a chance. I’m by your side and I’ll help you, but you have to fight. So show the world (show the worlds), that our destiny is ours. That people who should’ve died long ago and that call themselves gods can’t stop us. Because they’re not true gods, just mere immortal humans pretending to be. So fight. Make’em fight (your people) and save what is rightfully ours. I’m not gonna lie, it’s not gonna be easy. However, if we succeed, you’ll never be ruled by that people anymore.

But, Nhiri, you’ll disappear with them too.

Already told ya: I’ve never asked for this, nor I want it. I just want my world to stay mine… to stay yours. I do not fear death if that means we’ll own what we’ve earned. So please, show the world (both of them) whom this place was from to begin with.

Okay, Nhiri. I’ll do it. I’ll show the world. For you. For us. For what’s rightfully ours.

Thanks, Darel.