A storm of emotions brews within. The shadow of the past looms over but the scars and marks that held on so tight have all vanished and left nothing to recall the tragedy of before. All that people see is a glimmer, a spec of light that shines with its own radiance, independent from anything and anyone. The shine allures, beckons, and what was once considered glory is now just lust and seductive. To shine now means to be craved.

It's not only until those end up at the end of the sword, behind those judgmental eyes, that they realize the shine is not desire, it is the burning valor that ignites from within.

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