Lost, I was. Alone in this helpless world, I fought against my dreaded fate. Futile and without solace, I suffered with no end in sight. Suffering builds character, but for what? I had no goal to reach, no princess to fight the dragon for, no dream to endure the pain.
Until I saw her. The savior to my misery. On the day I met her, I felt the dark clouds over my destiny dispel into nothing. Vanquished were my tribulations, and dawn broke through to shine hope upon little me.
She knew the secret Word and with it walked all corners of the world to give refuge and miracles to the low and downtrod. What the almighty echelon with their magicks unmatched failed to do, she could with but a Word. The heavens did speak, and she was their mouthpiece.
There I was, among her ten thousand disciples, witnessing her death as she burned with odious fire cast by the cruel paragons. The paragons were supposed to help us, shield us, deliver us. Yet they denied us heavenhood.
Their path, was the only path to salvation. All the rest were considered foibles and devilish antics to lead the good folk of the world astray. They lied. She was the truth. She knew the truth and could bring forth the truth to protect us from harm.
Now all the rest of her followers, including myself, are being hunted down. Perhaps I shall die like her, like my savior. For saint-like behavior, a lifetime must be paid.