I can't remember the last time I slept peacefully.
I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
At this point, almost nothing matters... except for one thing:
what I still have left to protect.
I never asked for this life.
I never wanted to be "the chosen one," "the bearer of judgment," or any of those damn labels they threw at me over time.
I just wanted to live like any other human being.
But the world, fate, or whoever is playing games up there decided otherwise for me.
I have fought demons who wanted and still want to devour my soul.
I have fought angels who consider me a mistake that must be corrected.
I have escaped purgatory, even when Death itself came to claim me... and I can still feel the coldness of its hands on my neck.
I've carried that weight for years.
I lost my family, I lost my home, I lost parts of myself that I'll never get back.
And yet... I'm still here.
Because, even though it may not seem like it sometimes, I'm still human.
And a human fights to the end when they have something to fight for, something to defend with their whole being.
Now I'm facing what may be my last battle.
And I know perfectly well that I have no guarantee of winning.
In fact, to be honest...
I will most likely lose.
But even so, even if my body trembles and my hands bleed, I will not take a single step back.
I never have.
Not when I was a child constantly struggling with my traumas.
Not when my body failed me out of fear.
Not when Death sought me out in the shadows.
Throughout my life, I've learned something the hard way.
If the world wants to crush you, you have two choices: give up... or roar until the world and every being retreats.
I chose to roar.
I don't know if this will be my last night.
I don't know if anyone will even read these words.
If you're listening to my story now, it means that, in one way or another, I'm still moving forward.
Maybe wounded, maybe broken... but alive.
And if I'm going down, let it be knowing that I did everything I could.
That I protected those I love.
That I walked this imposed, condemned, and inevitable path without ever kneeling.
Because that's how it all began.
With a child who knew nothing about wars, angels, or demons.
A child who only knew three basic things.
The warmth of his family.
The laughter of a little sister.
And the peace of any given morning in a village called Velmira.
That child... was me.
And this...
This is my story.