The Defeat of Dragons and Monsters

I am a slave who has always done what my master says. Between me and my freedom stands the dragon, FEAR. Fear clouds my purpose, severs my ties, and usurps all my effort, rendering my contribution meaningless. I must learn to use the flame from my passion to melt my chains and build for me a suit of armor. From the bars of my cage, I must fashion my sword. I must breach this void of silence because I cannot do this alone, and the spoils of this battle will be my soul. The dawn breaks, the battle ensues, but I fight alone. My knight in shining armor is me, but I am well suited to my task. Knowing my purpose becomes my shield, contributing to the human race becomes my skill and precision, and the ties that I forge become my weapons. The battle wages night and day – I become weary and fatigued. This is the crucial moment when I finally understand that the battle is won the moment that I value my purpose enough that my actions become unrestrained despite my fear.