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Reasons to live for you arrives soon. Descend from Heaven, only few years past your emergence. Lungs fill with oxygen. This sudden gain of emotions unbound within you is no cause of concern. For who fears their light? Nay, you cradle it close to your bosom. And there bequeath you the title. Bearer and guarding of the light itself, you don the burden of responsibility as your armor. Not yet of age, but a man, noble, stands tall even as your world goes down in flames. You fear not, for the light you carry is your true world.
Hold on tight, never let go. Take the darkness wishing to extinguish the light upon yourself. For as the light is joyous, your soul soars. The battering against your armor is paid no heed, for the light deems you worthy to possess a share of itself. Giving yourself away, causes you to break down. Though no worry befalls you now, for the lightness is a hydra uncorrupted. It gives, and gives, but shines only brighter with each act of generosity. This, warrior, renews your armor dawn by dawn. Fallen, you may stumble. When your lightness continues to smile away the dark cloughs, though, you are as light as a feather, floating back into position. Your chest mighty, your gaze falters not away from the light as you fight through those clouds. The uproarious skies a downpour of evil, so long as you hold your light, so too does your light hold back on.
Your grasp may weaken, the light may begin to fade. But so long as one persists, the other has yet to fail to rise again in synchrony. Drawing strength from protectors, the fighter lead on through the obstacle loaded path.
Vanquishing hell, for these two forms sharing one essence, is an easy feat.