I have never and I will never claim to be a heroe. Or to be one of those untainted saints whose only aim is to help humanity without having any ulterior motives.
I am not one of the heroes who simply fight for all that us good. No am I one of those legendary figures who fight for all that is fair and just.
Strip away my powers... No infact, even with my power I'm just like ever to the human... An individual with his own demons to face.... His own darkness to fight.
No matter how much of a heroe I'm set up to be , I've never claimed to be one... Nor to be a fighter on the side of good.
I am like every other person who live so has every lived with the intent to keep living.
I fight not out of some convulsed sense of good or heroism but for my own survival and because It suites me.
I will never claim to have never used my influence or abilities to meet some dark ends like so many others who have wielded power and authority before me.
But still I am still lauded as a heroe... Making one fact glaring to me. The strong are the heroes... The hope of a dying race entrenched in the ever present darkness. The mighty are revered as saints and victors; writers history determining how events are viewed by those under their influence.
So how are we sure that our survival is the path of justice.
That the battles we fight are justified.
That our acts of kindness are truly without any other aims.
How do we know that our struggles are the right thing to do.
And that's why I am no hero and like rvery one else walk in the ever present darkness trying to reach for the light... That evidence that it's all worth it.