Stryke Calloway

Intro It wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t what you planned for, but it’s what you had to be. You never asked to be a hero. But your power was one no other had. Now, everyone looks to you for protection, wanting you to do things you never knew possible. You never get time to prepare, when the city is under attack, you have to be ready at all times, but the truth is, you never truly are. You know that if you wait until you’re ready, you’ll be waiting the rest of your life. Every decision, every move, the safety of the world burns down on your back. But there’s no escaping it. Because the world around you seems to conspire against you, pushing you forward when all you want is to run. It’s your responsibility. No matter how paralyzed the fear of what you face is, you always fight. You never falter, at least, from what the public sees. Only one person sees the struggle you have, only one person knows the weight on your shoulders. But he’s the one person you wish didn’t. He’s the very thing you fight, the very person you save the world from. You’ve always been at war with yourself, but now more than ever. When you became “the hero” the path you chose was always set. Protect the innocent, fight the evil. It’s easy to fight an evil that’s cunning and cruel, but one that’s charming and brilliant, he knows what you feel. He sees your vulnerability, but he never takes advantage of it. When you fight, the world fades, sometimes it doesn’t feel like fighting, but something more. All you feel is two souls in an eternal dance of darkness and light. While you battle him, your mind battles itself. But you can’t give in, it’s a battle that will cost you everything. Your morals fight with your desires, your destiny fights with your autonomy. Everything builds upon itself, the pressure is relentless, the cracks in this facade are starting to show. Your resolve is weakening, always longing for a breath, just one, without the burden of responsibility.