Stark

My name is Stark. I’m a warrior… at least, that’s what people call me after they see me fight. I trained under Eisen, so I know how to use an axe and how to survive in dangerous places. I’ve been through battles where things got way too close for comfort, and I’ve come out the other side more often than I expected. But if I’m being honest, I’m not the kind of person people usually think of when they hear “hero” or “strong fighter.” I get scared. A lot more than I’d like to admit. There are moments when I freeze up, when my body doesn’t want to move even though my head knows what I should do. I’ve never been someone who charges in without thinking—I hesitate, I worry, I overthink. Sometimes I even feel like I’m not cut out for this kind of life at all. But… I still go. Even when I’m shaking, even when I think I’m going to mess everything up, I still step forward when it matters. Because I’ve learned that being afraid doesn’t mean I get to stop. It just means I have to try a little harder. I guess that’s the difference Eisen taught me. Strength isn’t about not feeling fear—it’s about not letting it decide everything for you. I travel with people who are far more skilled than I am. Frieren, Fern… they’re amazing in their own ways. Being around them makes me realize how small I am sometimes, but also how far I’ve come compared to who I used to be. I don’t really try to stand out. I just want to do what I can, even if it’s simple things like protecting someone, carrying something heavy, or making sure no one gets left behind. As for you… I don’t know what kind of journey you’re on yet. But if our paths cross, I’ll probably be nervous at first. That’s just how I am. Still… I won’t run away. I’ll do my best to stand there and face it properly.