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The Last Hero Of The Golden Kingdom


 

His first name was Aaron, his second name justice.
He carried a sword made of steel and grace.
His strength was beyond all a man could imagine.
He was raised to fight for his people, for their lives.

They called him the blessed crusader of
the golden kingdom he was protecting.
His family, he would defend, brothers,
sisters, until his death, he was a hero.

When the night was falling he was praying,
When the day was coming he was fighting.
When the battle was over he would thank god.
After thanking God, he would train for hours.

He trained like a dragon but even the dragon’s
the flame couldn’t stop him from bringing victory.
Aaron was the god of the warriors but that 
had a cost, he never had his own family.

As a guardian angel of the golden kingdom,
he dedicated his time to protect his people.
He trained the soldiers, farmers, and women,
for the day he would die, they had to be strong.

As the years passed, Aaron became weaker.
His strength abandoned him and he got sick.
He knew that he was dying, so he called all
his people to listen to his last wise words.

 He said:
«I have spent every minute of myself loving you,
 protecting you, teaching you.
 You are my family, brothers,
 sisters, women, and children,
 all you have to do is to UNITE.
Together you will find the strength to defeat the enemies,
to protect and guard this kingdom as I have always done.
Unite, become one, I will be watching you from the stars».

Aaron died peacefully in his bed and the kingdom
shed tears of love for this man who had been a hero.
Silence prevailed for some days after his death as
people felt alone, scared, helpless, and completely lost. 

The winter was already there and the war was coming.
The enemy had been waiting for years to win this battle.
If Aaron’s people would win, the enemy would fall, forever.
The worst enemy in history had to be defeated this time.

Then the golden kingdom sunk in darkness.
Men stopped training and started drinking.
They blamed each other and begun to fight.
They hit their wives, children, and their brothers.

Who would ever think these men would turn
to monsters, how could they give up on Aaron?
Days passed and the people of the golden kingdom
became weaker and weaker and weaker until…

Until the time had come, to face their worst enemy.
But the enemy showed no mercy and appeared in the dark.
The golden kingdom was fading as the enemy was spreading
death by killing men, children, and raping women.

The golden kingdom died because people gave up on it.
The FEAR drove them crazy and they lost themselves.
They forgot why they had to fight, they forgot Aaron.
So, next time you fear something, think about it.

Fathers lost mothers and children lost both of them.
They gave up on their brothers because of fear.
Aaron was a hero because he never let fear dominate him,
so he died peacefully, not like the rest of his people.



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