A Hero's Journey

My name is Lucius Brunetus. This is neither the beginning nor the end of my story. 

Decontra Pulcra 300B.C.
 

 Volos, the god of serpents, has exiled and locked down a dragon at the peak of Mount Custo. Upon Volo’s death, his guard no longer remains, and the two kingdoms are vulnerable to the dangers of the dragon Ordinitis. The fires of freedom have been burning in the dark heart of Ordinitis for over 100 years, and he is bent on hellous destruction. Courage and bravery may not be enough to save the two kingdoms. 

Lucius, 18 years old, was not concerned with the terror on Mount Custo. You can’t blame age, young or old, on willful blindness. The temptation to turn a blind eye to trouble today compounds itself and builds up to redemption in the future. Time does not wait. Turning a blind eye allows evil to gain strength (Ordinitis). Evil will bide its time, wait for a moment of weakness, and take advantage.

Lucius held a refusal and willingness not to shrink when the worst of all things presented itself. He took precise aim, a Hypatian approach, struck his target with deadly accuracy, and possessed a vision he, or no one, had ever seen or expected. vTo look at evil with eyes covered is extremely dangerous, regardless of how necessary. It is important to reiterate that, in light of his victory, Lucius entered this battle voluntarily. Voluntary confrontation with a feared or hated object is curative. We become stronger by voluntarily facing what impedes our progression. It does not mean to engage in battles carelessly. We want to take on challenges at a rate that engages and compels awareness and forces our utilization of skills and talents.