A war spanning centuries through villages across the World had come to its last battle and there as it had been in every other battle, stood that one man, found finally by his demons – the one army who made it their only mission to find this man and not just stop him, but to kill him – they were an army hungry for his flesh and blood, too callous to achieve their own greatness; their intentions for noble greatness could only be found by killing this one man - the callous disillusioned as always. On this field the hundreds stood, bloodied by the deaths of other battles on their journey but so too of the innocent whom they had tortured on their way. Hundreds of men against just one – intimidation didn’t meet the eyes of this man – his heart had a fiercer beat than most of the army ahead of him put together. But they had stood long enough, embracing the challenge ahead of them all – and ahead of him. Strong winds had surrounded the men in the quickly abandoned village to witness what would be and against the force of the wind the man spoke: “You walk through here as if you’re Gods, but let it be known you all walk through here short of your soul and for that reason alone, you’re not even worthy of being called men. Lay down your weapons and retreat at once, or you will be conquered. You can tear away the flesh of my body, but my heart you will never know”. The adrenaline pulsing through all the hundreds of twisted hearts made the earth shake beneath them, but this one man alone made the earth shake twice as hard and with one final roar from under his breath knowing his enemies would not retreat, he spoke in gallant fury, “YOU THINK YOU’RE FEAR?!!! YOU THINK YOU’RE FEAR”?!! He paused with one last look upon hell in his sight; “I AM FEAR”!!! And upon the army of hundreds this one man charged to his end, his freedom, his victory, his destiny.