His first name was Aaron, his second name Justice. He carried a sword made of steel and grace. His strength was beyond all a man could imagine. He was raised to fight for his people, for their lives. They called him the blessed crusader of the golden kingdom he was protecting. His family, he would defend—brothers, sisters—until his death. He was a hero. When the night fell, he would pray, When the day came, he would fight. When the battle was over, he would thank God. And after thanking God, he would train for hours. He trained like a dragon, but even the dragon’s flame couldn’t stop him from bringing victory. Aaron was the god of the warriors, but that came at a cost—he never had a family of his own. As the guardian angel of the golden kingdom, he dedicated his time to protecting his people. He trained the soldiers, farmers, and women, so they would be strong when his time came to die. As the years passed, Aaron became weaker. His strength abandoned him, and he fell ill. He kn