the mighty may fall, but the weak fall faster. in this world of thieves and killers, to stand your ground means to cut them down. there is no hope for the frail of mind, the deviously cunning are all that survive. stand up and fight! i cannot help you now! countless times i have slain for you, laying to rest those that would do you harm, but its your turn now. i have done all i could to shield you, but the world will no longer allow my protection. it is throwing you into the pit with nothing but the knowledge i provided you with. as i watch with worried eyes, you stand on shaking legs, aware that to win this battle, you cannot fight fair, and your first defeat will be your last. only the hard survive in this cutthroat kingdom, where your castle becomes your tomb if you are not quick enough to defend it. i watch determination replace your fear as you remember my words and face your demons, striking them down one by one, gaining confidence with each swing of your sword. you understand now... i am gone, you must fight where i have failed, while i watch from above.. hoping ill see you soon yet praying that i wont. death was my final defeat.. now you must fight.