Heart of the Valiant: Thirteen Monks

Thirteen men of doubt we were; forsaken from our own minds. We weren't like our masters. We were like raw iron with no grind. Without any experience and faith, we seemed weak to all. Yet, we were the thirteen that were said to hear the call. We were mined from our deposits, and forged into a force. A force of will, strength, faith, and courage, we were no longer coarse. Thirteen men of strong will we became; the force of serenity. Our offense being water, and defense being earth, this was our identity. War has broken loose. The greediness of man stole our lands. As thirteen we were chosen; to risk life for peace while we stand. Against one-thousand men, while outnumbered, we were still stronger. Our twenty-six hands turned to that of ten-thousand. We took doubt no longer. One-thousand men defeated, but no lives taken; the hand of peace spoke. Will is never lost. It is only found. When attained, men are one not broke. Thirteen guardians of courage we remained; from ore to edge. Thirteen men of realization we became. Of peace and faith we pledge.