Novel & Cerita Heroism Symbol

What kind of monster am I? " Kid, your story may not have such a happy beginning but that doesn't define who you are. It is the rest of the story, who you choose to be. See those stars over there? See how they make the shape of bat wings? That's the symbol of the great Shizen, a hero that even the gods acknowledged." " You mean the hero that locked the Greatest Evil in Zakheaven?"

can I watch my kingdom being consumed by the enemy and flooded with shouting and blood? I got up and headed to the small table where my black cloak with the bloody rose pin was. My symbolism. My hand trembled as I caressed it. It was momentarily hit by the sunlight that penetrated the curtain of the window of the hut causing it to sparkle in my eyes for a moment. My symbolism is the sign to everyone that I am their princess holding the power of the blood pink. By the time all the red roses in our whole kingdom die it only indicates that I have left.

She looked at him. “But I did not,” she replied. “That is not the point,” he said. “It is exactly the point,” she answered. Their eyes locked. “You think I am reckless,” she said. “I think you are irreplaceable,” he replied. The words stayed in the air. She looked away first. Outside the hospital, the world turned her into a symbol. Headlines called her a hero, a fighter, a survivor. She hated that too, symbols do not bleed but she did.

Ember’s POV Not all heroes wear a cape or a well-ironed uniform. Not every position should be praised and hailed as a champion. The true heroes of this country are those who fought for justice. Heroes that held their hearts tighter than their guns and bloody thirst for death. But there is little to no recognition for these heroes, just one day of grief then it’s back to cheers. I have seen men saluting for the death of the country’s soldiers, including my father.

“The Chariot.” Presenting the card with the painted image of mighty horses, with a figure that might be a prince or a knight that commands the very image of an ancient and royal’s chariot. She then chanted the very meaning of the card with the words. “Symbolizes strength and the very pedestal of a hero who can conquer any odds and fight through a difficult war. He who commands the nature of the pristine and prestigious animal known to be, his power and influence will bring both hope and fear to anyone. Using him most appropriately will lead you in your triumph, but put a speck of dirt in his heart and he will be your greatest enemy. Which of which, he is a very card that will make or ruin ev

“And that symbol was a key part of the process. A desperate measure to survive in a world that wanted us gone.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. "So…that symbol," Harmona's voice was calm but steady, "is a transfer of power. And indirectly, a transfer of soul." My mind raced to catch up, but before I could say anything, the room was filled with gasps. I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked by the discovery or by the way everyone seemed to process it at once. I opened my mouth but hesitated for a moment.

These adversaries, driven by fear and ego, saw the symphony's legacy as a threat to their power. But the Harmonizers remained steadfast, their melodies resonating with unwavering strength. They countered the forces of darkness with the power of compassion, empathy, and unwavering belief in the symphony's legacy. Through their acts of kindness and unwavering dedication, they touched the hearts of even the most hardened adversaries, awakening dormant melodies and transforming enemies into allies.

The little boy gives a proud salute, waving. I try to smile as I return the salute--it’s the one we all learn in school. Our hands outstretched before us, our fingers wide--the symbol of the sun. It is only after moving to Crescent City and learning more about werewolf and witch culture that I learned it to be a symbol of hate as well. They don’t teach the Witch Wolf Wars in the same way at my school. When we are taught what happened, humans are painted as the heroes. And this symbol, one praising the sun itself, is seen as one of devotion and love to the righteous path.

"He means to save the town. It may cost him everything." Schnell crossed his arms. "Ah. So heroism is still valuable after all." "It always was," Pastor Brooks said. "But the greatest heroism is knowing when to lay down hate. Even righteous hate." The Green Man began to fade, tendrils of green blowing away like leaves on wind. "I will meet him there," he said. "If he stands true." And he was gone. Pastor Brooks stood silent, eyes closed. None of us moved for a long moment.

Cowards, every single one of them, because they were afraid of the symbol and not the actual person. I was not afraid of symbols. I had spent my entire life watching symbols protect the people who wielded them while the people around them paid the actual price. My father believed in symbols, and he wasted his life serving his brother who never cared about us. He took care of the Kingdom when the King was too depressed to handle the royal matters. He saved the Kingdom from falling apart and he got nothing for it.