Survival

And so we fight.
Not for some lofty ideal or petty squabble.
But for survival.
The truest, most pure reason to fight.

Putting aside the pretense of civility
And giving one's entire being over
To the rush of battle.
For one very simple reason:

To LIVE.

And rising up, battered and broken
From the ashes will be a great and
Terrible new existence.
One where mortals -like you-
Now change and decide the future.
Gods still hold some sway, but
This is an age for mortalkind,
Still shivering in the afterbirth of
Its infancy in a new era, to stop.
To THINK.
To think of how to mould their new
Existence as they see fit.
To create THEIR world.
In THEIR image.

We are forged in a crucible of conflict.
Made into something more.
Something greater.
Stripped of pretense and fripperies.
A pure distillation of our being.
All with one singular motivation:

Survival

And so we fight.
And it shall be a fight for the ages.
You are taking part in history.
Take in this moment.
For you are not to see its like again.
And when you are done,
Raise your sword.
Ready your words of power.
For what comes next is
Being plunged into the forge fires
Of the creation of a new world.

-S