“You could be brave.”
“I could be.”
“You could be strong.”
“I could be.”
“And you could be the champion.”
“I could be the champion.”
“So then… why not?”
I can’t help but laugh a little at how incredulous he sounds. How perplexed. It would make no sense to him, being a former champion and all, but:
It makes sense to me.
Turning from the ring of fighters, I walk away as I tell him.
“Not all things that could, should.”
I have better things to do than win titles.
I have a king to slay. Continue reading “Armored Dragon”
The night was dark and the wind was howling and the world itself was still. Silent for once. As if it were leaning in, curious. Waiting.
I would not be beat.
Through the dark, I saw him coming with the wheel barrel. Pushing past the rocks in the hill, the bumps, the dead grass. Pushing past the graves and oaks that held hollow to these stones.
He pushed forward. Up the hill.
He was the key to all this. He didn’t know it yet, but he was. He was the one who would bring the victory. The cornerstone in my plan. The one who was going to cement my path. Take down my foes. He didn’t know it yet, but—
He was going to be my champion.
I will not be beat. Continue reading “To Make A Champion”
Champions are born into every generation. They are the men and women who stand head and shoulders above the rest. The ones who stop wars, provide comfort, facilitate peace. They are the statues you see, the gold plates cemented into walls, the echoes of history coming back to every generation, breathing life back into mankind.
Champions are everything to us.
And they are born, yes, but it isn’t quite as simple as that.
The secret of the champions is actually much more complex than that.
Champions aren’t simply born.
They are made. Continue reading “Champion’s Knowledge”