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Rain or shine, and whether or not I had argued with my family, the screen flickered to life and my heart skipped a beat. Something was different in the television. There were nights where I would talk to cast members, tears streaming down my face because I hated myself, and I would go to sleep grinning like crazy. It's one thing to be in love with a person, but the butterflies in my belly came from a whole world. A kingdom, called Everealm. Where the only monster was Verlox, not me, and there were ballads, not the quiet cry of a lonely girl. Knights in shining armour, a handful of princess warriors who held on tight. Everealm felt like a dream, thousands of miles and a few worlds away. But it was always there for me, even that night when my mom thought I couldn't keep myself safe, and I had to go to a crisis center. But I came home to army of heroes who took me in as their own, and taught me that I was one of them. A hero, not because I wielded a Sunspear, but because I kept going. I had enough reasons not to go on, it'd be easy to give up. But there was The Quest, and that gave me my own quest- to dance my way through this storm, and then pull others out of theirs. After all, there's a hero in all of us. You just need to find it.
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
The Clarity of a Hero
Rain or shine, and whether or not I had argued with my family, the screen flickered to life and my heart skipped a beat. Something was different in the television. There were nights where I would talk to cast members, tears streaming down my face because I hated myself, and I would go to sleep grinning like crazy. It's one thing to be in love with a person, but the butterflies in my belly came from a whole world. A kingdom, called Everealm. Where the only monster was Verlox, not me, and there were ballads, not the quiet cry of a lonely girl. Knights in shining armour, a handful of princess warriors who held on tight. Everealm felt like a dream, thousands of miles and a few worlds away. But it was always there for me, even that night when my mom thought I couldn't keep myself safe, and I had to go to a crisis center. But I came home to army of heroes who took me in as their own, and taught me that I was one of them. A hero, not because I wielded a Sunspear, but because I kept going. I had enough reasons not to go on, it'd be easy to give up. But there was The Quest, and that gave me my own quest- to dance my way through this storm, and then pull others out of theirs. After all, there's a hero in all of us. You just need to find it.
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
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