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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 fell, he would pray,
When the day came, he would fight.
When the battle was over, he would thank God.
And after thanking God, he would train for hours.

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

As the guardian angel of the golden kingdom,
he dedicated his time to protecting his people.
He trained the soldiers, farmers, and women,
so they would be strong when his time came to die.

As the years passed, Aaron became weaker.
His strength abandoned him, and he fell ill.
He knew his death was near, so he called all
his people to listen to his last wise words.

He said:
“I have spent every moment of my life loving you,
protecting you, teaching you.
You are my family—brothers,
sisters, women, and children.
All you must do is 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, and I will watch over you from the stars.”

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

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

Then, the golden kingdom sank into darkness.
Men stopped training and started drinking.
They blamed each other and began to fight.
They struck their wives, children, and brothers.

Who would have ever thought these men would turn
into monsters? How could they give up on Aaron?
Days passed, and the people of the golden kingdom
grew weaker and weaker and weaker, until…

Until the time came to face their worst enemy.
But the enemy showed no mercy, emerging from the dark.
The golden kingdom faded as the enemy spread,
killing men, children, and raping women.

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

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



Mike Tragas

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